Tayvis One-Shots

vancouver

Travis's POV

The roar of the Arrowhead crowd was deafening, but my focus had already started to drift. We were up by three, less than a minute on the clock, and it was our game to lose. Still, my mind was elsewhere, Vancouver, to be exact.

Taylor's last Eras Tour show. Three hours of her pouring herself into the music, the crowd, the moment. I wasn't there physically—I couldn't be—but I'd promised her I'd find a way to be there, even if it meant streaming it from the locker room.

The final whistle blew. We won. Relief buzzed through me, but I didn't stop to soak it in. I jogged off the field, waved off a few reporters, and headed straight for the locker room.

"Kelce, where's the fire?" Mahomes called, laughing as he slapped my shoulder.

I grinned but didn't stop moving. "Gotta catch a concert."

Inside the locker room, the energy was electric—guys shouting, music blasting—but I tuned it all out. My fingers flew over my phone, pulling up the link Taylor had sent me that morning. "No pressure if you can't watch," her text read, but we both knew I wouldn't miss it.

The stream loaded just as the lights dimmed in the stadium. A countdown appeared on the screen, and my heart kicked up. It was starting.

By the time I was in the car, Taylor was already on stage. She was in her Lover era, her blue and gold sparkly bodysuit catching the lights as she belted out Cruel Summer. The crowd screamed every word back at her, and I couldn't help but grin. That's my girl.

The driver sped through Kansas City traffic while I stayed glued to my phone, balancing it on my knee so I could watch. She transitioned seamlessly into The Man and You Need To Calm Down next, and I smiled fondly as I watched her wave her arms, all the swifties waving their arms back at her, making the crowd look magical.

The Red era rolled around, and I watched her sling her guitar over her shoulder, reaching to the mic stand to adjust the height. She started her speech, her voice echoing around the stadium. 

"Making friends and bringing joy to each other, that is I think the lasting legacy of this tour, is the fact that you have created such a space of joy and togetherness and love," she said, smiling gently, her eyes glistening. "I couldn't be more proud of you, honestly that is all you. That is what people think about when they think about this tour, is how they felt out in the crowd with you. I just want to say that, you're why this is so special."

"And you supporting me for as long as you have is why I get to take these lovely walks down memory lane every single night because you cared about every era of my entire life that I've been making music, so thank you."

I tried to stop my eyes filling with tears as she finished her speech, gazing wistfully into the audience. I knew she'd miss this tour so much, but she deserved a break after performing for almost two years straight.

By the time I got to my house, the Reputation set was in full swing. I carried my phone into the elevator, not caring if anyone gave me weird looks for watching a concert in full gear.

Once in my room, I kicked off my cleats and sat on the bed, still glued to the screen. She owned the stage, her confidence so magnetic it practically radiated through the screen. I couldn't tear my eyes away, even when my stomach growled in protest. Dinner could wait.

By the time Taylor transitioned into the Folklore era, I was finally settled in the hotel room, stretched out on the bed in just a T-shirt and sweats. My gear lay in a heap by the door, long forgotten. The buzz of the game had faded, replaced by the quiet hum of anticipation as I watched her strum the opening chords of the 1