TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

One Beat Too Many

A/N This was a request

Update: Paddington was amazing I think I enjoyed it a bit too much - dont ask questions abt why Travis is doing football stuff near the show its for plot 

Taylor's POV

The crowd was electric, and I felt that energy humming under my skin, pushing me forward with every song. I lived for this—the adrenaline, the lights, the connection. But tonight, something felt a little... off. Maybe it was the long string of shows without a break or the late nights on the bus. Maybe it was nothing. I didn't have time to think about it because the crowd was waiting, and I had to give them the show they came for.

"Are you ready?" I shouted into the mic, and the cheers were deafening.

But as I launched into the next song, I felt a wave of dizziness. It was small at first, just a little wobble, nothing I couldn't handle. I ignored it, kept going, pushing through the strange heat building up in my body. A part of me thought I should stop, just for a second, but I brushed it off. No way was I going to slow down now.

But then the world tilted, and I felt my knees buckle. I gripped the mic stand, hoping it would keep me steady, but it was no use. The last thing I saw was the blinding white of the stage lights as everything went black.

Travis' POV

The call came through right in the middle of dinner. Andy was halfway through some story when my phone buzzed with Drew's name on the screen. I didn't even have a chance to say hello before he spoke.

"Travis, you need to get here. Taylor fainted on stage. They're bringing her backstage now."

My heart stopped. I barely heard what he said after that; I was already up, grabbing my keys, Andy's voice a distant echo as he called after me. I drove faster than I probably should have, but all I could think about was Taylor, lying there in the middle of her tour, pushing herself harder than she ever should have.

When I finally reached the venue, everything was a blur. I made it backstage, barely registering the crew members or her team hovering around. All I saw was Taylor, lying on the small couch they'd set up in her dressing room, her face pale and her breathing shallow.

"Taylor," I whispered, kneeling beside her, my hand reaching for hers.

Her eyes fluttered open, and a weak smile touched her lips when she saw me. "Hey, you."

"What happened?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She looked away, sheepish. "Guess I... overdid it."

Overdid it? She'd collapsed in front of thousands of people, and she was brushing it off like she'd only tripped on stage.

Taylor's POV

Travis was giving me that look—the one where his eyebrows knit together and his lips press into a thin line. I knew he was worried, but I didn't want to make a big deal out of this. I was fine... mostly.

"Taylor, you scared everyone out there," he said, his voice low but firm. "You're pushing yourself too hard."

"It was just... the heat, or maybe I haven't been sleeping well," I said, trying to sit up. But he gently pushed me back down, his hand warm on my shoulder.

"Tay, you collapsed. You don't just 'collapse' because you didn't get enough sleep."

I sighed, feeling the exhaustion in every bone of my body. He was right, and I knew it. The truth was, I'd been ignoring how run-down I felt for a while now, convincing myself that I could handle it. But I wasn't invincible, no matter how much I wanted to believe I was.

Travis took my hand, his thumb brushing softly over my knuckles. "You can't keep going like this," he said, his voice softening. "You need to rest."

"But the tour—"

"The tour can wait," he said firmly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Your health comes first."

I hated it—hated feeling weak, hated letting people down, hated knowing that I wasn't as unstoppable as I wanted to be. But seeing the concern in Travis's eyes, feeling his hand in mine, I knew he was right.

Travis' POV

Convincing her to rest was like convincing a fish not to swim. Taylor was stubborn, no doubt about that, but I wasn't about to let her back out there until she took care of herself. After an hour of back-and-forth, the doctors finally came in and suggested we get her checked out at the hospital. She protested, of course, but with a little coaxing (and my refusal to budge), she finally agreed.

Once we got her in the car and on the way to the hospital, she was quiet, staring out the window, her face pale. I reached over and squeezed her hand, trying to offer what little comfort I could.

"You don't have to be everything all the time, you know," I said softly. "It's okay to take a break."

She looked over at me, a small, sad smile on her face. "I just... I don't want to let everyone down."

"You won't. They'll understand," I assured her. "Your fans, your team, everyone—they all want you healthy. They want you at your best."

She was quiet, processing, and I hoped she'd finally let herself believe it.

Taylor's POV

The hospital room was sterile and cold, and the fluorescent lights made everything feel surreal. The doctor had run some tests, taken some blood, and left us waiting while they analysed the results. Travis stayed by my side, his hand warm in mine, never letting go. I kept thinking about the fans, the crew, everyone who'd come to see me tonight. The guilt gnawed at me.

"Trav," I said, breaking the silence. "What if they think I'm weak?"

He looked at me, eyes full of patience and warmth. "Taylor, no one who cares about you is going to think that. You work harder than anyone I know. You need a break, that's all."

I sighed, feeling the weight of his words settle over me. Maybe he was right, but it was hard to let go, to admit that I wasn't invincible. But having him here, supporting me, I felt a little bit of that pressure ease.

Travis' POV

The doctor finally came in with the results, his expression calm but serious.

"It looks like exhaustion," he said, glancing between us. "You're dehydrated, and your body's been running on empty. You need rest, fluids, and a break from any physically demanding activities."

Taylor bit her lip, nodding. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the struggle between wanting to keep going and knowing she had to stop. The doctor advised a few days' rest and recommended that she postpone the next few shows. Taylor visibly winced, but I could tell she was taking it to heart.

After the doctor left, she turned to me, her eyes glassy. "I don't want to let people down."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Hey, you're only human. People love you for your music, yeah, but they love you because you're real. No one expects you to be superhuman, Tay. They'll understand."

She rested her head against my chest, her body finally relaxing. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Anytime," I said, holding her tight. "You're stuck with me."

A/N No clue what is going on with my writing right now but leave more requests if u want anyway - I have the ones I was given earlier ready to post when I can xx

Ugh it's school tomorrow