TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

All Roads Lead Back To You

A/N This was a request and I'm trying to make it as fluffy as possible xxx

Late October 2023 

Taylor's POV

I can still hear the roar of the crowd in my ears as I step onto the plane, and my muscles are humming from the energy of the show. I love performing but God my fans can be load sometimes. I often have to take a moment to thank the Lord that my I don't have a perforated eardrum. 

I'm on my way to see him.

I pull my phone out, and sure enough, there's a message from him. Travis. Just his name lighting up the screen makes my cheeks ache from smiling.

"Do you ever rest, superstar?"

"Sleep is for the weak! Or for people not currently en route to Kansas City..."

Before I even tuck my phone away, it vibrates in my hand. A video call request. I glance around quickly; my team is here, but they're pretending not to listen. I take a deep breath and answer it.

And there he is. His warm green eyes light up the small screen, even from halfway across the country.

"Hey you," he drawls, voice so low and gentle it almost makes me want to cry from sheer exhaustion and excitement combined.

"Hey, you." I tuck my feet up in the chair to stop myself from visibly kicking them in excitement, leaning toward the screen as if I could just pull him closer through it. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing fancy," he says, and he turns the camera around to show me his living room: dimmed lights, a pile of takeout, and the game still on pause in the background. "Just holding down the fort, keeping the pizza warm. Watching you every time you pop up on ESPN."

I laugh. "Not even true."

"Oh, it's true. Just about every show, they're finding some new excuse to show a clip of you," he says, flashing that crooked, boyish smile that's become entirely too dangerous for my heart. "Guess I can't blame 'em. I mean, look at you. Just did a whole tour, and you're still flying out to see me. Now that's dedication."

It's silly, really, the way my heart flutters just hearing his voice, his light teasing. "Well, I wanted to see my favourite Chiefs player."

"That so? Who's the lucky guy?" He leans back, settling into his couch like he has all the time in the world.

"You're not making me say it," I tell him with mock exasperation, cheeks warming.

He grins, and I feel it right in the centre of my chest. "Maybe I'm not, but I think I just did."

I bite my lip, wanting nothing more than to crawl into that screen. But this will have to do for now. "Well, I'll be there in a couple of hours. Save me some of that pizza?"

"Only if you're bringing the after-show glow," he says, and I can almost feel the warmth of his hand at the back of my neck, pulling me in. "You got this beautiful look about you, Taylor. I just can't wait to see it in person."

He doesn't say "I miss you," but I can hear it in his voice, and something deep in me unwinds.

"Soon," I promise. And I mean it. "See you soon."

We hang up, and I sit back in my seat, my hand still lingering on the phone, almost wishing I'd kept him on the line. It's funny—I've always been good at doing things alone. But it's been a while since I had someone who made saying goodbye hard, even for just a little while.

Travis' POV

I can barely sit still, which isn't anything new but is still ridiculous, given that she just called a few minutes ago. But that's Taylor—she's got this effect on me, this feeling of wanting to be better, to just be more of everything she already seems to see in me.