Tayvis One-Shots

new years day

Taylor's POV

The dress sparkles as I turn to the side, catching the light just so. It's midnight blue, covered in tiny sequins that shimmer with every movement, clinging to me in all the right places. The hemline flirts just above my knees, and the plunging neckline is daring but still tasteful. I add a pair of silver heels that give me just enough height to almost meet Travis's eyes when I stand close to him. Almost.

"Damn," he whistles from the doorway, his voice low and rough.

I glance up and see him leaning casually against the frame, looking ridiculously handsome in a fitted black suit and tie. He's swapped his usual sneakers for polished black shoes, and his hair is styled just enough to make it look effortless.

"You clean up well," I tease, giving him a playful once-over.

"I could say the same for you," he says, stepping closer. His hand finds my waist, and his lips brush against my cheek. "You ready to turn some heads tonight?"

"Let's just hope I don't trip in these heels," I laugh, grabbing my clutch.

The party is in full swing by the time we arrive. It's a rooftop bash overlooking the city, with lights strung up everywhere and champagne glasses sparkling in the hands of well-dressed strangers. Music pulses in the background, and the atmosphere is electric.

Travis keeps his arm around me as we weave through the crowd, stopping to greet people here and there. He's magnetic, as always, effortlessly charming everyone he talks to. But he never lets go of me, his hand resting on the small of my back like he's staking his claim.

We find a spot near the bar, where he orders us two cocktails. I sip mine slowly, savoring the mix of sweet and tangy flavors.

"Having fun?" he asks, leaning in so I can hear him over the music.

"Surprisingly, yes," I admit. 

He grins. "I told you I'd make it worth your while."

And he does. The night flies by in a blur of laughter, drinks, and dancing. I lose count of how many times we toast to the New Year, how many times he pulls me close on the dance floor, his hands firm on my hips.

As the countdown approaches, the crowd grows louder, more animated. Travis grabs my hand, pulling me toward the edge of the rooftop where the city lights stretch out endlessly below us.

"Ten!"

The crowd starts chanting, and I laugh as Travis spins me around, his grin as wide as I've ever seen it.

"Nine!"

"Careful," I warn, clutching his shoulders to steady myself.

"Eight!"

"You don't trust me?" he teases, his voice playful.

"Seven!"

"I trust you just fine," I say, smiling up at him.

"Six!"

"Good."

"Five!"

His hands tighten on mine, and there's something in his eyes I can't quite place.

"Four!"

"Travis, what are you-"

"Three!"

He drops to one knee, the world spinning around me.

"Two!"

I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth as he pulls a small box from his pocket.

"Taylor," he begins, his voice steady but filled with emotion that catches me off guard.