Tayvis One-Shots

7 minutes

Travis's POV

The room was loud and packed, the air heavy with the kind of teenage energy that only comes from a party where parents are out of town. I wasn't sure why I'd even come. Okay, maybe I did, Taylor Swift.

Taylor Swift, who somehow managed to make a crowded basement party feel like it revolved around her, even when she wasn't trying. She was laughing at something Blake Lively had said, her blonde hair catching the light from the crappy string lights someone had tacked onto the walls.

"Kelce!" someone shouted, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Ben, one of the guys from the football team. "Truth or dare, man?"

"Uh..." I hesitated. The group around the circle was watching me, and there was no way I was backing out now. "Dare."

Ben's grin widened, and I knew I'd just walked into something. "Alright, Travis. I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven... with Taylor Swift."

The room erupted in whistles and laughter, and my stomach did a weird flip. I glanced at Taylor, who raised an eyebrow at me, her lips curling into a small, amused smile.

"Fine by me," she said, standing up with an easy grace that made my pulse race.

Oh, crap.

The group cheered as someone opened the door to the coat closet. It wasn't exactly romantic, too many jackets and a faint smell of mothballs, but none of that mattered when Taylor stepped in after me, the door clicking shut behind us.

"Well, this is cozy," she said, her voice teasing but quiet, like she didn't want anyone outside to hear.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, suddenly aware of how small the space was. "Yeah, super cozy," I mumbled.

She smirked. "Relax, Kelce. It's just a stupid game."

Her tone was light, but there was something in her expression that made me feel like I was being tested. Taylor Swift wasn't just some girl at the party. She was the girl, the one everyone noticed, the one who made you feel like you'd just stepped into the spotlight whether you were ready or not.

And right now, it was just the two of us, packed into a closet like some kind of teenage rom-com.

"So," she said, cocking her head. "What's the plan? We gonna stand here awkwardly for seven minutes, or...?"

I laughed nervously. "I didn't exactly plan for this."

"Clearly," she said, her lips twitching into a smile.

The silence stretched out again, and I shifted on my feet. Every time I glanced at her, I couldn't help but notice how close we were, how her perfume, something soft and floral, filled the air between us.

"You're really overthinking this," she said, her voice softer now.

"Maybe," I admitted.

She stepped forward, just a little, and suddenly I felt her presence like a forcefield. "Relax," she murmured, her eyes glinting in the dim light.

"Relax," I repeated, my voice cracking slightly.

She said, her voice softer now. "It's just a game."

"Yeah, a game where we're supposed to..." I trailed off, suddenly unable to say it.

"Kiss?" she supplied, arching a brow.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Uh, yeah."

Taylor stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, until there was barely a foot between us. My back hit the wall, and I had nowhere to go—not that I wanted to.