Stories Of Us - Tayvis Oneshots

Birthday Girl

It was a chilly evening in December, and New York City was wrapped in a blanket of twinkling lights and holiday cheer. The city streets bustled with excitement, but hidden away from the noise, something magical was unfolding in a quieter corner of Manhattan. Taylor Swift's birthday was approaching, and this year, it wasn't just her fans who were eagerly anticipating the day—it was her.

Taylor had always loved New York in December. The crisp air, the way the city seemed to shimmer like a snow globe, and the anticipation of celebration filled her with warmth. But this year, her birthday held a different kind of excitement. Travis Kelce, the star Kansas City Chiefs tight end who had been making headlines for more than just his football skills lately, had flown into town to spend the evening with her. They had been quietly seeing each other for a few months, but this was their first major outing together on such a personal, special occasion.

The car pulled up to a charming, candlelit restaurant that Taylor adored. The kind of place where time seemed to slow down, and privacy was a guarantee. As she stepped out in her winter coat, her breath visible in the cold air, she looked up to see Travis waiting for her just inside the door. He stood tall, his familiar broad shoulders covered by a sharp, tailored coat. His warm smile greeted her, a stark contrast to the frosty evening.

"Happy almost-birthday, Taylor," he said softly, pulling her into a warm embrace. She grinned, her cheeks flushed from both the cold and the excitement that bubbled inside her.

"Thank you, Trav," she said, feeling a sense of calm and ease whenever she was around him. It was refreshing to be with someone who made her laugh, who made her feel comfortable and cherished.

They were led to a private table in the back, away from prying eyes. The ambiance of the restaurant was perfect—soft music played in the background, and the low hum of distant conversations made the space feel cozy and intimate. As they sat down, Taylor couldn't help but feel a little giddy. Birthdays had always been a big deal for her, but this one felt extra special, even though it wasn't the usual extravagant celebration she was known for.

After ordering their meals, the conversation flowed easily. They talked about everything—music, football, life on the road, and the little moments they had shared so far. Travis had a way of making her laugh with his stories, his goofy charm balancing out his confident, commanding presence.

As the dessert arrived—Taylor's favorite red velvet cake, of course—Travis leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression turning more serious, though his eyes still sparkled with the playfulness she had grown so fond of.

"I know it's your birthday tomorrow, and I wanted to give you something tonight, just between us, before the world gets involved," Travis said, reaching into the inner pocket of his coat.

Taylor tilted her head slightly, curiosity piqued, as he pulled out a small velvet box and placed it gently on the table in front of her.

Her heart fluttered, and she bit her lip, already sensing that whatever was inside held special meaning.

"Travis, you didn't have to get me anything," she began, but he held up a hand with a smile.

"I know, but I wanted to," he said softly. "Open it."

With careful fingers, Taylor opened the box to reveal a delicate silver bracelet. At first glance, it looked like a simple, elegant piece of jewelry, but as she examined it closer, she noticed the charm that hung from the chain. It was two small letters—T and T—intertwined together.

Taylor's breath caught in her throat. It was perfect. Subtle, but meaningful. A nod to both of their names: Taylor and Travis. Their initials. The "T n T" spark that had been growing between them, symbolized in this thoughtful, understated way.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, her eyes locking with his. There was something so genuine in the way he looked at her, something that told her he saw her not just as the pop sensation or the public figure, but as Taylor—the woman he had come to care for.

"I thought you might like it," Travis said with a soft grin. "It's a reminder that no matter where we are—whether I'm on the field, or you're on stage—we're connected."

Taylor felt a rush of emotion, her heart swelling with gratitude and something more—a deepening affection for the man sitting across from her. She had been through so much, experienced love in many forms, but this was different. This was simple, grounded, and real.

"I love it," she said, her voice steady but her eyes glistening. "Thank you, Travis. This means more to me than you know."

Travis reached across the table, taking her hand in his, his thumb gently tracing circles on her skin. "I'm glad you like it. Happy birthday, Taylor."

They sat there for a moment, hands entwined, the world outside fading away. Taylor couldn't help but smile, feeling more content than she had in a long time. It wasn't just the bracelet, or the beautiful dinner, or even the birthday itself—it was the way Travis made her feel. Seen. Understood. And cared for in a way that was entirely new and exciting.

As the evening went on, they laughed and talked like old friends, sharing stories and dreams, hopes and fears. The city outside continued to hum with life, but in that quiet, candlelit corner of the restaurant, time seemed to stand still. For Taylor, this was a birthday she would never forget—not because of the grand gestures or the fame that surrounded her, but because of the simple, honest connection she felt with the man sitting across from her.

And as they left the restaurant, stepping out into the cold night air, Taylor glanced down at the bracelet on her wrist and smiled. T n T. Taylor and Travis. Two sparks that had found each other in the whirlwind of their worlds, now igniting something special—something that felt like it could last.