Tayvis One-Shots

completely oblivious

Travis's POV

The night had started perfectly. Taylor and I had both been craving a low-key evening, so we'd decided to visit one of our favorite hidden spots in the city, a quiet, candlelit bistro that felt more like a secret than a restaurant. It was the kind of place where the staff knew your name but didn't ask too many questions, and the dim lighting kept the vibe intimate.

Taylor had gone all out, even though she didn't have to. She'd thrown on this simple black dress that hugged her figure in a way that had me questioning whether dinner was even necessary. The dress had a deep V-neck, not too daring but just enough to turn heads. A thin gold chain rested against her collarbone, catching the light whenever she moved. Her hair was in soft waves, cascading over her shoulders like she hadn't even tried, though I knew better.

Her shoes, though, stole the show—classic black stilettos with tiny silver accents that sparkled when she walked. She'd kept her makeup minimal, just enough to highlight those blue eyes that I swear could bring me to my knees.

When she walked out of our bedroom, ready to leave, I'd barely managed to find words. "Wow," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "You're making me regret not booking a private table."

She rolled her eyes, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "It's just a dress, Travis."

"No, it's the dress," I countered, stepping closer and pulling her gently against me. "You look like a million bucks."

"And you look like the guy who's about to buy me dinner," she teased, poking me in the chest before slipping her hand into mine.

We took my old car to the restaurant because it felt more us. Fancy cars were great for red carpets, but this was a night for being real, just Taylor and Travis, not the pop star and the athlete.

By the time we got to the bistro, she was already relaxed, her head leaning against my shoulder as we walked to our table. Her laugh echoed softly through the space when she caught me sneaking glances at her. "You're staring again."

"Can you blame me?" I replied, holding her chair out for her before taking my seat.

She shook her head, that soft blush creeping onto her cheeks that always made my chest tighten. "You're impossible."

"Impossibly in love with you," I quipped, earning another eye roll and a laugh.

We'd just settled into the cozy little corner table when Taylor started rambling about her day in the studio. She was practically glowing, her excitement spilling out like an overflowing glass of champagne.

"I tried this new melody today," she said, leaning forward, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke. "It's almost like... haunting, but still warm? Does that make sense?"

I nodded, completely enthralled by her enthusiasm. "Makes perfect sense. I can hear it already. Probably gonna end up as another hit."

She laughed, her eyes crinkling in that way that made me want to bottle up the moment and keep it forever.

The waiter brought over our drinks, and we toasted to "a night off," something we both needed after our insane schedules. Taylor took a sip of her wine, looking more relaxed than I'd seen her in weeks.

That's when he appeared.

At first, I didn't think much of him. He was tall, dressed in a sleek blazer that screamed "trying too hard," and carrying a whiskey neat. He walked past our table once, glancing over casually, too casually. Then he looped back around, this time lingering just a little too long.