TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Car Crash

A/N I'M CURRENTLY STARTING TO WRITE THE TAYVIS HIGH SCHOOL AU THING I WAS TALKING ABOUT A FEW ONE SHOTS AGO SO DON'T WORRY I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT IT WILL BE OUT SOON (WHENEVER I CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE A GOOD COVER OR WHEN I FIND ONE ON PINTEREST)

OOH THIS IS IN THIRD PERSON AGAIN HOW SCANDALOUS

The night had started so peacefully. Too peacefully, Taylor thought in hindsight. She'd been in Kansas City for a few weeks now, splitting her time between Travis' football schedule and her own music deadlines. Tonight, however, was one of those rare breaks where she could actually take a breath.

Travis had been at practice all day, and she'd been working on lyrics that just weren't clicking. The words refused to come, and she felt like the walls of their home were starting to close in on her. She needed air.

"Hey," she called out when Travis answered her FaceTime, his sweaty face filling the screen. "I'm gonna go for a drive. Clear my head."

He frowned, his brow furrowing in that way that told her he was about to say something overprotective. "You want me to come with you? I'll be done here in, like, twenty minutes."

"No," she said quickly, smiling at him. "You need to finish practice. It's just a short drive."

He didn't look convinced, but he nodded reluctantly. "Okay. Just be careful. And text me when you're home."

"I will. Promise."

She hung up and grabbed her keys.

The streets were quiet, the city lights casting long shadows on the pavement. Taylor drove aimlessly, letting the hum of the car and the faint buzz of the radio calm her nerves. Her mind wandered, flitting between melodies and lyrics she couldn't quite piece together.

She glanced at her phone in the passenger seat. A text notification lit up the screen—Travis again.

Trav: "What's the verdict? Feeling any better?"

She reached for the phone at the next red light, typing out a quick reply: *Still driving, but yeah, I think it's helping. Love you.*

The light turned green.

And then, it happened.

A flash of headlights. A screech of tires. A deafening impact.

The truck seemed to come out of nowhere, running the red light and barreling into her car with brutal force. The sound of metal crumpling and glass shattering filled the air as Taylor's body was thrown violently against the seatbelt.

Her world spun, the car twisting and skidding before coming to a jarring stop against a lamppost. For a moment, everything was silent.

Then came the pain.

It radiated from her ribs, her shoulder, her head. She groaned, her fingers fumbling to unclip the seatbelt. The airbag had deployed, leaving her dazed and struggling to catch her breath.

Outside, voices shouted, but they felt distant, muffled. She could barely keep her eyes open, her head pounding with every heartbeat.

One thought broke through the fog: Travis.

She needed him.

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Travis had just finished practice when his phone rang. He saw the unfamiliar number and almost didn't answer, but something told him to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Is this Travis Kelce?" The voice on the other end was rushed, panicked. "We have Taylor Swift here—she's been in a car accident. We're taking her to Saint Luke's Hospital."