delicate (tayvis one shots)

she is beauty, we are world class

first things first, go stream my husband's (aka louis tomlinson) music 'she is beauty we are world class' thank you

second thing, OMG 2K READERS??? thank you for reading this shit :')

ok, not interrupting anymore, have a good time

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The room was buzzing with the hum of conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses. It was one of those high-society events where everyone who was anyone was gathered, dressed to impress. Taylor Swift stood near the windows, her silver sequined dress catching the light just right, making her shimmer like a mirrorball. But despite the sparkle and glamour around her, her mind was miles away.

It had been years since she last saw him. She could still remember the exact moment: a quiet afternoon in a small coastal town, waves lapping at the shore as she watched him walk away. Travis Kelce. Back then, they were young, full of ambition but uncertain of what the future held. He was already a football prodigy, and she was starting to make a name for herself in the music world. But their lives were on different tracks, and fate pulled them apart.

Taylor sipped her drink, her thoughts wrapped in nostalgia, when suddenly, something shifted in the air. She turned slightly, scanning the crowd, and there he was.

Travis Kelce, the man she hadn't been able to forget. He was taller now, more built than she remembered, his presence commanding the room. But it was his eyes that caught her—still that same mischievous glint, and she was still playing coffee shops, dreaming of stages far bigger than the ones she'd known. They had shared a summer of endless possibility—lazy afternoons at the beach, nights that turned into morning conversations. There was always something between them, something left unsaid, lingering in the spaces where their hands brushed or when their eyes met across the bonfire. But when the season ended, so did they.

Life had a way of pulling people apart. He went on to conquer the football world, and she took over the music industry. They were both world-class in their own right. But no amount of success could erase the memory of those moments when they were just Taylor and Travis—two people figuring out the world and each other.

She looked around the crowded room, absentmindedly sipping her drink, when a familiar face in the distance made her heart stop. It couldn't be, she thought. But it was. Travis Kelce.

He stood near the bar, his tall frame unmistakable, dressed in a sharp black suit that contrasted with his playful grin. He looked the same, only older, more confident, more polished. But his eyes—those same eyes she'd stared into all those years ago—were still the same. And just like that, time seemed to collapse in on itself. The room, filled with music and chatter, felt distant as Taylor's focus narrowed in on Travis. Every memory she'd buried under layers of success and time resurfaced in an instant.

Her heart raced as she watched him, her mind a whirl of what-ifs and could-have-beens. It was as if fate had orchestrated this moment to remind her of a past she hadn't fully let go. She hesitated, unsure of what to do. She was the star of the evening, yet all she could think about was reconnecting with someone from her past.

Summoning her courage, she made her way across the room. Each step felt both familiar and surreal, like walking into a dream. The closer she got, the more her anxiety mixed with excitement. Travis was talking animatedly with a small group of people, but as soon as he noticed her approach, he excused himself, his attention fully on her.

"Taylor," he said, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and warmth. He extended his hand, his touch sending a familiar tingle through her. "It's been a long time."

"It really has," Taylor replied, trying to steady her voice. She took his hand, feeling the weight of their shared history in that simple touch. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."