Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots

Not you too

Requested by @USMCRules

Tree stood quietly in the tent inside the stadium, watching the show as Taylor effortlessly performed for the roaring crowd. The night was electric, and the energy surrounding the concert was palpable. Taylor was a professional, despite everything she had going on. She always found a way to pull through and make each performance memorable.

Tree's eyes drifted away from Taylor for a moment and landed on Travis, standing just a few feet away, leaning against the railing. At first, she didn't think much of it, but something seemed off. His usual relaxed demeanor was nowhere to be found. His grip on the railing was tight, his knuckles white, and his eyes were fixed on a distant point, but he wasn't watching the show.

Concern flickered in Tree's mind. She had seen this kind of look before—on Taylor. It was that unsettling, unfocused stare that sometimes hit before one of Taylor's seizures. Tree frowned, stepping closer to Travis, watching him carefully. His body looked tense, like he was holding himself together through sheer willpower.

"Travis?" she called softly.

He didn't respond at first, his chest rising and falling a little too quickly. It was like he didn't even hear her.

"Travis!" she called again, more firmly this time as she moved closer. She placed her hand gently on his arm. "You okay?"

Travis blinked, snapping out of his distant stare and finally looking at Tree, though his eyes still seemed glazed over, like he hadn't fully returned to the present. "Yeah, uh... I'm fine. Just—just watching the show," he muttered, clearly trying to dismiss her concern.

Tree wasn't convinced. She had seen Taylor go through similar episodes enough times to know that this wasn't just a matter of being tired or distracted. Something was wrong, and Travis was doing a pretty bad job hiding it.

"Are you sure?" she pressed gently, keeping her voice calm but firm. "You don't seem like yourself."

Travis let out a shaky breath, rubbing the back of his neck, still gripping the railing like it was the only thing keeping him standing. "I'm fine, Tree. Really. Just... a long day."

Tree tilted her head, studying him closely. She wasn't buying it. "Travis, you're acting like Taylor does before she has a seizure."

His grip tightened at the mention of seizures, and his eyes darted away. He swallowed hard but didn't say anything.

The silence stretched, and Tree's concern deepened. "You don't have to pretend with me, Travis," she said softly. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Travis sighed, looking down at his feet. For a long moment, it seemed like he wasn't going to say anything at all. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I have them too."

Tree's eyes widened. "Seizures? You have seizures?"

He nodded, shame flickering across his face as he admitted it. "Yeah. For a while now. But no one knows, not even my team. Not even Taylor."

Tree was stunned. "Not even Taylor?" she echoed, unable to believe that he had kept something this big from her.

Travis shook his head. "I didn't want her to worry. She already has so much going on with her own health, I didn't want to add to it."

Tree frowned, a mixture of sympathy and frustration swirling inside her. "Travis, you can't keep something like this a secret. Especially not from Taylor. You two are supposed to take care of each other, not hide things like this."

"I know, I know," Travis muttered, running a hand through his hair. "But I didn't want her to feel like she had to take care of me too. She's already dealing with her seizures. I thought I could manage on my own."

Tree crossed her arms, her voice soft but firm. "You're not just her boyfriend, you're her partner. She'd want to help you, just like you've been there for her. Keeping this from her isn't protecting her, it's shutting her out."

Travis looked torn, his eyes flicking to the stage where Taylor was performing, unaware of the conversation happening behind the scenes. "I just didn't want her to see me like that," he whispered, his voice filled with vulnerability.

"She won't see you as weak, Travis," Tree reassured him gently. "If anything, she'll understand better than anyone else. You both know what it's like to go through this. You don't have to hide it from her."

He exhaled slowly, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the secret he'd been carrying. "You're right. I should've told her. I just... didn't know how."

Tree gave him a small, comforting smile. "You still can. She loves you, Travis. And she'll want to be there for you, just like you've been there for her."

Travis nodded, finally meeting Tree's eyes with a look of determination. "I'll tell her. After the show. It's time."

Tree placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Good. You don't have to go through this alone. None of us do."

As Taylor's final song rang through the stadium, the crowd's cheers echoed around them. Travis straightened up, the tension in his body easing slightly. He wasn't out of the woods, but at least now, he knew he didn't have to walk the path alone anymore.

And as Tree glanced back at the stage, watching Taylor in her element, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—stronger for it.