Tayvis One-Shots

watchful eyes

Taylor's POV

It started as a normal day, at least, as normal as life could be when you're Taylor Swift. I was humming in the kitchen, flipping through a recipe book I'd never actually use, when Travis stormed into the room, his phone gripped tightly in his hand and worry etched across his face.

"Did you see this?" he asked, his voice low but tense.

I glanced up, confused. "See what?"

He handed me the phone, and I saw a grainy photo of me walking to the car last week. Nothing unusual, except the caption:
"She's always being watched. You never know when it'll be me."

I rolled my eyes and handed the phone back. "That's just the internet. Some troll trying to get attention."

"It's not just the internet," he said, running a hand through his hair. "That's the same guy your security team flagged last month. The one who tried to send flowers to your hotel room in Paris."

I shrugged, trying to downplay it. "And security handled it, just like they'll handle this."

He looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Taylor, this isn't normal! Some guy is out there stalking you, and you're acting like it's no big deal."

"Because it isn't a big deal," I said, standing to face him. "Travis, this has been my life for years. I'm used to it."

"That's the problem," he shot back, his voice rising. "You shouldn't have to be used to it."

He paced the kitchen, his frustration palpable. I leaned against the counter, watching him, unsure whether to comfort him or laugh at how protective he was being.

"Listen," I said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "I have the best security team in the world. They're watching everything, and I'm fine."

"But what if they miss something?" he said, turning to me, his blue eyes full of worry. "What if I'm not there when something happens?"

"Then I'll handle it, like I always do," I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

He shook his head. "You shouldn't have to handle it alone."

"I'm not alone," I reminded him, smiling. "I've got you."

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By afternoon, his worry hadn't eased. I found him in the living room, sitting on the couch with his laptop open and his phone in his hand, scrolling through article after article.

"What are you doing?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Looking for anything I can find about this guy," he said, not looking up.

I walked over and gently closed the laptop. "Travis, you can't obsess over this. It's not healthy."

He sighed, leaning back against the couch. "I just... I can't stand the thought of someone out there who might hurt you."

"I'm okay," I said, sitting beside him and taking his hand. "You don't have to carry this weight alone."

He shook his head, his grip on my hand tightening. "I just... I love you so much, Tay. If anything ever happened to you..."

"Nothing's going to happen," I said firmly, leaning into him. "You've got me wrapped in bubble wrap, remember?"

He chuckled softly, his shoulders relaxing a fraction. "Yeah, well, sometimes it doesn't feel like enough."

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The day took a darker turn when a text came in from security.

Travis read it, his expression hardening. "They've detained someone outside the building."

My heart skipped a beat. "Who?"

"The same guy," he said, already standing. "Stay here. I'm going to check it out."

"Travis-"

"Stay. Here," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I watched him leave, my stomach twisting with nerves. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours before he returned, his face a mix of relief and lingering tension.

"Well?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"They've got him. He's with the authorities now."

I exhaled, relief washing over me, though the knot in my chest remained. "It's over, then."

"I can't believe they let him get that close," he muttered, his jaw tight.

"Travis," I said softly, resting my hand on his chest. "He's with the authorities now. It's over."

He shook his head, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on my arm. "You say that like it's supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn't. There's always someone else, always another threat. I just..." His voice cracked slightly, and he exhaled sharply, as if forcing himself to stay calm. "I hate this for you."

I tilted my head up to look at him. The weight he carried for me was written all over his face. His eyes were clouded with worry, his forehead creased with tension. I slid closer, wrapping my arms around him.

"I hate it too," I admitted. "But this is the life I've built. It comes with the territory."

"That doesn't make it okay," he said, his voice firmer now. "You shouldn't have to live like this."

I rested my chin on his shoulder, letting my fingers trace the line of his jaw. "It's not all bad, you know."

He turned to me, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"It brought me you," I said softly.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a reluctant smile. "You always know how to shut me up, don't you?"

"Not shut you up," I teased, leaning back just enough to meet his eyes. "Just remind you of the good stuff."

His hands moved to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks. "You're the good stuff, Tay. And I'm not going to let anyone take that away from me."

I smiled, leaning into his touch. "You're not going to lose me, Travis. I promise."

He kissed me then, slow and tender, like he needed the reassurance as much as I did. His lips lingered against mine, his hands steady, grounding me. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.

"Let's get out of here," he murmured.

I blinked, surprised. "What?"

"Let's go somewhere," he said, his voice soft but resolute. "Just the two of us. Somewhere no one can find us. Even for a little while."

I hesitated. The idea of disappearing, even for a short time, was tempting. But it wasn't practical. "You know I can't do that," I said gently.

"Why not?" he challenged. "The world can survive without you for a week."

I laughed softly, but his expression stayed serious. "I mean it, Taylor. You need a break. And I need you safe."

I cupped his face, letting my thumbs trace the sharp lines of his cheekbones. "I can't run, Travis. It's not who I am."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I know. I just..." He paused, his voice dropping. "I just want to keep you safe."

"You do," I said firmly. "Every day."

He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it almost hurt. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"Forever?" he asked softly.

"Forever," I promised.

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