So High School - Tayvis One Shots

13: Back In The Spotlight

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Taylor stirred awake, her heart feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Today wasn't just any Sunday—it was the first time she would attend one of Travis's football games in months, now that her Eras Tour had come to a triumphant close. The tour had been a whirlwind, filled with back-to-back shows, endless traveling, and more than a few sleepless nights. But with it behind her, she finally had the time she'd longed for—to fully be there for the person who had been quietly supporting her through it all.

The tabloids had been buzzing for weeks with rumors that their relationship had hit a rough patch, fueled by her absence from his games. Headlines speculated everything from breakups to silent tension, none of it true. The reality was much simpler—her schedule had been jam-packed. But now that the tour was over, she was ready to show up for Travis, just like he had shown up for her, even when the world wasn't watching.

Taylor turned over in bed to find Travis already awake, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling with a relaxed smile on his face. His morning stubble made him look even more ruggedly handsome, and she couldn't help but smile as she rested her chin on his chest.

"Morning, Kelce," she said softly, her voice still a little groggy from sleep.

He grinned, his hand coming up to gently stroke her hair. "Morning, Swift. You ready for today?"

Taylor let out a soft laugh. "I think so. A little nervous about all the attention, but... all that really matters is being there for you."

Travis shifted so he could prop himself up on one elbow, his free hand cupping her cheek as his thumb brushed over her skin. His eyes softened, a warmth there that melted away any lingering doubt she had. "You have nothing to worry about. I've been waiting for this moment, Tay. Seeing you in the stands again... it's gonna mean everything to me."

Her heart swelled, and she leaned in to kiss him softly, her lips lingering on his as she felt the comfort of his steady presence. "I missed watching you play," she whispered against his lips, her eyes searching his. "I can't wait to cheer for you again."

After a quiet breakfast together, they went their separate ways for the day—Travis heading off to the team's morning prep and Taylor getting ready at their shared home. There was an almost palpable sense of excitement in the air, the kind that built steadily with each passing hour. But with the excitement came a bit of anxiety. Taylor knew the cameras would be focused on her the second she entered the stadium. People had been speculating for so long about their relationship, but she reminded herself that all of that noise didn't matter.

All that mattered was Travis.

As the afternoon wore on, Taylor dressed in casual yet stylish game-day attire—jeans, a fitted Chiefs jersey, and a baseball cap that sat low enough to offer her some privacy but not enough to hide her. As she checked her reflection in the mirror, she felt a surge of pride wearing Travis's name and number on her back. She was there for him, just as she had always wanted to be, and now she could fully immerse herself in the experience without the distractions of her own career pulling her away.

Arriving at Arrowhead Stadium felt both familiar and new. The roar of the crowd, the sea of red and gold, the infectious energy of game day—it all felt exhilarating. But Taylor couldn't help but feel the eyes of the crowd, the press, and the fans on her as she walked through the stadium tunnels toward her seat in the private box. She could already picture the headlines being written, the camera flashes capturing her every movement.

Once she found her seat, the game was about to start. Taylor's heart was pounding, her hands gripping the armrests of her seat a little tighter than usual. But then she looked down at the field, searching for Travis, and her nerves started to settle. He was in his element, warming up with the team, his helmet tucked under one arm, looking every bit the confident and powerful player she knew him to be.