TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

oh my god she's insane she wrote a song about me

A/N AT THE START FOR SOME REASON THE TITLE WAS GOING TO BE INSPIRED BY THAT SHOULD BE ME BY JUSTIN BIEBER

THIS WAS REQUESTED BY MY POOKIE BUNNAUR 

Taylor's POV 

I tapped my pencil against my notebook, staring at the half-written lyrics in front of me.

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

They're dimming the street lights

You're perfect for me

Why aren't you here tonight?

I'm waiting alone now

So come on and come out

And pull me near

And shine, shine, shine

Travis Kelce was annoying. Too confident for his own good. Always finding some way to tease me in the hallways, bump my shoulder in passing, or steal my fries at lunch like he had a right to them.

But then there were moments—small, fleeting moments—where he wasn't just some cocky football player.

Like when he spent an entire lunch period helping a freshman find his missing notebook. Or when he stayed late after school to help clean up after homecoming, even though no one asked him to.

Or when he looked at me with those stupid blue eyes and grinned like he knew something I didn't.

I groaned and scribbled out the last line.

I could not be crushing on Travis Kelce.

Could I?

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Travis' POV

I leaned against my locker, spinning a football between my hands as I watched Taylor Swift sit under the big oak tree outside.

She was writing in that notebook of hers again.

I swear, she lived in that thing.

I'd seen her with it between classes, during lunch, after school. Always scribbling something, always lost in thought.

And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious as hell about what she was writing.

"What are you staring at?" Jason's voice broke through my thoughts as he clapped a hand on my shoulder.

I nearly dropped the football. "Nothing."

Jason followed my gaze and smirked. "Dude."

"What?" I frowned.

"You've been staring at Taylor Swift for a solid minute," he said. "Just admit you like her already."

I scoffed. "I don't—"

Jason raised a brow. "Trav."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine. Maybe I think she's... interesting."

Jason snorted. "You're hopeless."

Maybe I was.

But that didn't stop me from wondering what she was writing.

Taylor's POV

"Hey, Swift."

I nearly jumped out of my skin as a football dropped onto my notebook.

I looked up and found Travis Kelce standing over me, his hands in the pockets of his letterman jacket, that ever-present smirk on his face.

I scowled and picked up the football, tossing it back at him. "Do you mind?"

He caught it easily. "What're you writing?"

I snapped my notebook shut. "None of your business."

His grin widened. "Is it a loveeee song?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you care?"

"Because," he said, crouching down in front of me, "I bet it's about me."

I felt all the blood rush to my face. "You are so full of yourself."

He chuckled. "Come on, Swift. You're always looking at me in class. Always writing in that notebook. Obviously, you're writing about me."

I glared at him, but my heart was pounding.

Because he wasn't exactly wrong.

But I wasn't about to give him that satisfaction.

I grabbed my things and stood up. "In your dreams, Kelce."

He watched me walk away, laughing under his breath.

And I hated how much I liked the sound of it.

Travis' POV 

I was right.

I knew I was right.

Taylor Swift was writing about me.

And I had every intention of figuring out exactly what she had to say.

Even if it killed me.

A/N I'M KIND OF TEMPTED TO MAKE THIS INTO A FIC.

CAUSE WE dEfInItElY DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FICS LIKE THIS 

LMK IF I SHOULD 

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