Tayvis One-Shots

one phone call away

Taylor's POV

The stage lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted in applause as I stepped off the stage, my heart still racing from the exhilarating performance. I had just finished the last show in New Orleans, the adrenaline of the show buzzing in my veins. I made my way backstage to change out of my midnights bodysuit and karma jacket into a comfy pair of sweatpants and a jumper.

My phone was ringing insistently in my pocket with notifications when I walked out. I pulled it out, my heart sinking when I saw a message from Jason: "Travis got hurt during the game. It looks serious. We're at the hospital."

Panic surged through me. My heart pounded as dread washed over me. I quickly typed a response: "I'm on my way." Travis had a game tonight, against the Raiders, I was pretty sure. Oh shit. How in the world would I get to Vegas right now. It would take at least three hours to get there from New Orleans, and Travis needed me. I ran backstage again to get Tree. 

"Tree, Travis got really badly hurt at his game and I really need to get to Vegas to make sure he's okay. He had a game there today and-" I rambled. Tree cut me off, slightly concerned. "Taylor, calm down. Do you want me to organize your plane to jet you off right now?" She asked me. "Oh my gosh, yes please. Thank you so much Tree, you're a life saver." I thanked her, before trying to run off to the airport. "Wait a minute, not so fast." Tree grabbed my arm. "I'm going to give you a lift to the airport, because you have just been on stage for 3 and a half hours, for three days straight, and you must be exhausted. C'mon I'm driving you." She led me out to her car.

Within an hour I was on the plane, the engines roaring as they started. The plane ride felt both fast and slow. As we flew through the night, I couldn't shake the worry. What if he was seriously hurt? I pulled my phone out again to check for updates, but there was nothing new. I lay back on my seat, trying to rest. Those three shows had been draining, but I knew Travis needed me now. I couldn't wait till tomorrow.

When we landed in Las Vegas, I hurried through the airport, my heels clicking on the floor. I walked as fast as I could, trying to hide my face from any fans who might be near me. No luck. Within a few minutes, there was already a crowd gathering around the exit of the airport, hoping to see me walk out the doors. The hospital was just around the corner, and I could already feel the tension building. I ran out the exit doors, ignoring the cheers and yells from the fans and paps.

As soon as I got into the hospital, I spotted Jason in the waiting area, pacing. "Jason! Where is he?" I called out. Thank god, the hospital was remotely quiet, so there was no-one around exept for the doctors and patients to recognize who I was.

"He's in recovery," he said, relief flooding his face when he saw me. "The surgery went well, but he's still groggy. He's been asking for you" 

"He had surgery?" I asked, my eyes widening, trying not to blush when Jason said he had been asking about me. "Nothing serious, trust me." Jason reassured me, but his eyes were filled with worry.

"Can I see him?" I asked. "Yeah, but be gentle. He's just waking up," Jason said, leading me to the room. As I entered, my heart raced at the sight of Travis lying in the hospital bed, asleep. I ran to his side, and sat down on my heels, taking his hand. Monitors beeped softly, and I felt a wave of relief and concern wash over me. 

"Travis," I said softly, moving closer. He stirred, eyes fluttering open.

"Taylor? Is that you?" he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

"It's me," I replied, squeezing his hand, feeling myself tear up. "I flew in as soon as I could." A weak smile crossed his face. "You didn't have to... but I'm glad you did."

"You scared me," I said, trying to stop the tears from rolling down my face. "What happened?"

"Just a freak accident. I'll be fine. Just some broken ribs," he said, wincing a bit. "Typical football stuff?" I teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, something like that," he replied, chuckling softly. I settled into the chair beside him, wanting to hear more about what happened. "What did the doctors say?" "They said I'll be okay, but I'm stuck here for a bit. You know how it goes," he said, his voice growing stronger. I smiled, gazing into his eyes. It felt good to finally be together, even if it was in a hospital room. 

"What do you want to do now?" I asked him. "Just hang out with you," he said simply. "Perfect. I brought your favorite snacks," I replied, pulling them from my bag. "Now that's what I call room service," he joked, laughter mixing with his pain. "The hospital food is so shitty." He complained.

I settled in next to him, scrolling on Pinterest through photos from the show. I snapped a quick picture of him, going onto my socials to post it. "Don't post that," he said, half-serious. "Too late! Fans need to know you're alive and well," I laughed. "Also, I'm not that active on socials anymore and the swifties keep asking for my vlog era back so I'm giving them something." I reasoned with him. "Fine, post it." Travis chuckled.

"I'm tired." Travis yawned, sinking into his pillows. I checked my phone. 1:23am. "Oh shit, I didn't realize how late it was." I murmured. "Go to sleep then Trav. I'll be here when you wake up." I whispered. I got comfy beside him and closed my eyes, trying to align my breathing with his. Eventually, he fell asleep, and I was getting groggy as well. "I love you." I whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear me, but I still wanted to say it. "To the moon and to saturn."

i'm sorry if there's mistakes and stuff in this. i didn't proofread it and it's 4am right now. i might not be updating very much over the next week cause i've got a bunch of assessments and tests at school so i'll be pretty busy 💃💃💃