Tayvis One-Shots

interview

Travis's POV

I was sitting in the greenroom, scrolling through my phone and sipping on a bottle of water when the producer walked in with a clipboard. "Alright, Travis," she said, glancing at me with a professional smile. "You're on with Taylor Swift tonight."

I froze, my brain short-circuiting. "Wait, the Taylor Swift?"

She nodded, unfazed. "Yep. The two of you will be on together for the second segment. Should be fun."

Fun? Fun? She says it like I'm about to hang out with a regular person and not one of the most iconic, talented, and gorgeous people on the planet.

As soon as she left, I leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, trying to play it cool. But inside? I was spiraling. What was I even supposed to say to someone like her? "Hey, I'm Travis Kelce, and I'm really good at catching footballs"? That's not exactly the kind of thing that impresses Taylor Swift.

I've seen her perform, obviously. Who hasn't? She's Taylor Swift. But it's more than that. It's the way she carries herself—the way she makes you feel like she's singing right to you. And now I'm supposed to just... sit next to her on live television and hold my own? No big deal, right?

Spoiler: It's a huge deal.

When they finally called me to the stage, I was already trying to psych myself up. "You've got this," I muttered to myself under my breath. "You're Travis freakin' Kelce. You can handle this."

But then, as I stepped into the hallway leading to the stage, I saw her.

She was standing a few feet away, chatting with one of the producers. Her hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, and she was wearing this effortlessly stunning outfit—a soft cream sweater and a plaid skirt that somehow managed to look casual and glamorous at the same time.

I think my brain might've shorted out, because the next thing I knew, someone was tapping me on the arm, saying, "Mr. Kelce? We're ready for you."

Taylor turned her head at that, and for a second, her eyes met mine. She smiled—this warm, genuine smile that made my stomach do this weird flip thing—and I managed to nod like a normal human being.

"Hey," she said, her voice light and easy. "Nice to meet you, Travis."

I cleared my throat, trying to act like I wasn't completely awestruck. "Uh, yeah. You too."

You too?  Real smooth, Kelce.

We walked out onto the stage together, the crowd cheering like crazy. Jimmy Fallon greeted us with his usual enthusiasm, cracking jokes and getting the audience hyped up. I barely heard him, though, because Taylor was sitting right next to me, her laughter like music that could drown out everything else.

Jimmy leaned forward in his chair, his signature grin in place. "Alright, so we've got Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce here tonight, two icons in their own right. Taylor, you've been breaking records left and right with your re-recordings. And Travis, you're coming off another incredible season. So, here's the million-dollar question: who handles pressure better?"

The audience laughed, and Taylor raised an eyebrow at me, her lips quirking up in a teasing smile.

"Oh, definitely Travis," she said, gesturing toward me. "I mean, he has to catch a football with giant guys running at him full speed. That's a whole other level of stress."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Yeah, but you've got millions of fans hanging on your every word and analyzing every lyric. That sounds way more intense."