Tayvis One-Shots

midnight mess (pt 2)

Travis's POV

I was halfway through my second set of dumbbell presses when my phone buzzed in my gym bag. I shot a quick glance over to the bench and pushed through the reps, trying not to break form. The team's schedule had been non-stop lately, and I had a ton of training to get through before the next game. But, no matter how much I focused on my workout, there was always a little space in my mind reserved for her.

I couldn't help it. I missed Taylor. A lot.

There was something about the way she smiled that lingered in my thoughts, something about how her eyes lit up when she laughed or when she took my hand as we walked somewhere together. The mornings I'd wake up to her wrapped in the blankets, her hair tangled around her face, her tiny frame curled up next to me, it was those little moments that hit me the hardest when I was here, alone, getting lost in the weights and the grind of football.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and set the weights down, grabbing my phone. There was a message from her, and I felt the tension in my chest ease just a little as I swiped to open it.

"Hey, you."

It was short, but I could tell she was thinking of me, and honestly, that was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

"How's it going, baby?" I quickly typed back, tapping out the words with a grin. I always tried to keep things light with her. No matter how intense the game or the training, I wanted her to feel that I was present, that I cared.

But the minutes passed, and she didn't reply.

I frowned, glancing at the screen again. It wasn't like her to leave me hanging. She was usually pretty quick to respond, even if she was busy. Maybe she was caught up with something, or, hell, maybe she was in the middle of one of her usual chaotic days.

I set my phone aside and grabbed my water bottle, taking a long swig. There was a hole in my chest, something I couldn't quite fill with the noise of the gym, the weights, or the effort I was pouring into these sets. I missed her. It wasn't just her presence, though. It was the quiet moments, like when we'd talk late into the night about anything and everything. I loved hearing her thoughts, her dreams, her perspective.

The gym was starting to feel smaller, more suffocating without her. But then again, when wasn't I thinking of her these days?

I glanced at the clock, knowing I had to get back to it if I wanted to get my routine in before team practice. I tossed the bottle into my bag and picked up the dumbbells again. As I lifted, I let my thoughts drift back to her, to the last time we were together, her laugh, the way she looked at me with those big, blue eyes that always made my chest tighten. It was like she could see straight into me, like she knew every part of me I didn't even understand.

The phone buzzed again, and this time I didn't hesitate. I grabbed it quickly, hoping it was her, but my heart sank when I saw that it was just a notification about my workout routine.

I shook my head, smirking to myself. How much of a sucker had I become? I was letting myself get distracted by the thought of her when I had a whole workout in front of me.

But it was hard not to, especially when the woman I couldn't stop thinking about was thousands of miles away, living a life that was so different from mine, yet somehow we made it work.

I quickly finished my set, hoping she'd reply soon. But when she didn't, I picked up my phone one more time. This time, I called her. Just wanted to hear her voice.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times...

And then it went to voicemail.

My frown deepened. Taylor was always good about picking up, so the fact that she wasn't answering now had me on edge. Maybe she was busy, maybe she was caught up in something—hell, maybe she was just resting. She was human, and even Taylor Swift needed a break now and then.