Tayvis One-Shots

birthday surprise

Taylor's POV

Travis's hand is warm around mine as he guides me down the dimly lit hallway. His excitement is practically radiating, and I can't help but giggle at how much effort he's putting into this mysterious surprise.

"Travis, where are we going?" I tease, my black heels clicking against the marble floor. My black halter dress, adorned with jewels down the front, sways slightly as I try to keep up with his longer strides.

"Patience, babe," he says, glancing over his shoulder with that boyish grin that makes my heart flutter every time. "Just trust me."

We reach a set of double doors, and he pauses dramatically, his hand lingering on the handle. "Ready?"

"Ready," I reply, my voice light with curiosity.

With a flourish, he pushes the doors open, and I'm immediately overwhelmed by the burst of music, laughter, and vibrant lights. My jaw drops as I take in the sight before me. A room transformed into a wonderland of my Eras Tour themes.

There's a glittering 1989 backdrop, a Reputation snake curling around the punch bowl, and even a photo booth with props from the Red album. Familiar faces, friends, family, my team, Travis's team and friends, turn to cheer as I step in, stunned.

"Happy birthday, Taylor!" they all shout in unison.

"Oh my God!" I exclaim, clutching Travis's arm as my eyes dart around the room. Every detail is perfect, from the Folklore cottage corner to the Midnights disco ball casting shimmering lights across the ceiling.

Travis steps in front of me, and I finally take in his outfit. I burst into laughter. He's wearing the backup dancer tuxedo from when he came on stage and broke the internet. The top hat, the tails, the whole nine yards.

"Travis, you didn't!"

He spreads his arms, twirling once to show off the look. "What can I say? I wanted to fit the theme."

"You look ridiculous."

"Ridiculously handsome, right?" He winks, and I can't even deny it.

As the music shifts to a softer, nostalgic melody from the Speak Now era, Brittany drags me toward the corner where a few of my friends are laughing and striking silly poses in front of a photo backdrop. I don't miss the way their wrists sparkle with the Eras-themed light-up bracelets everyone's wearing tonight, each one programmed to pulse in time with the music, just like at my shows.

Brittany wraps an arm around me, grinning. "Alright, Swift, let's get a shot for my Insta."

I laugh, leaning into her as someone snaps a photo. Then another. And another. Soon, we're joined by a few of my oldest friends, including Abigail, who throws her arms around me like it's been years since we've seen each other, even though it's only been a few months.

"Okay, group shot!" someone shouts, and before I know it, a dozen of us are crammed together, laughing and making ridiculous faces.

"Wait, wait, we need to show off the bracelets!" Brittany exclaims, holding her wrist up to the camera. The others follow suit, their light-up bracelets glowing in vibrant shades of red, purple, and blue, each color representing a different album.

I glance down at my own bracelet, which flashes a golden hue that matches the Fearless era. It's a small detail, but seeing everyone wearing them tonight feels magical, like we're all connected in this shared moment of celebration.

Someone hands me a glass of champagne as the music shifts to 22. Travis grabs a microphone from the DJ booth and walks toward me.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announces, his deep voice cutting through the noise, "it wouldn't be a proper birthday party for Taylor Swift without this." He gestures dramatically and pulls a black 22 hat out of nowhere.