Pairing: Taylor x female!reader
Warnings: None
Requested: No
Summary: Taylor comes home and unintentionally takes out her bad day on you
***
You jumped when you hear the front door slam shut, followed by angry footsteps approaching your way.
Taylor was home and it was clear that she had a bad day at the studio. The house was just as she had left it; it was a mess. Because you've been sick, you haven't been able to lift a finger in doing any housework, which involves completing the easiest tasks such as catching up with the laundry or taking out the garbage. Know this was going to make Taylor's day worse, you already felt guilty beyond words could say for not lifting that finger to help her out. Taylor did her best to hold her emotions in so that she doesn't hurt you, but when she discovers the condition the house was in, that was when she lost it and didn't seem to have any trouble taking it out on you.
As she comes to view, she found you wrapped in a blanket, with your knees pulled up close to your chest as you looked at her with tired eyes. That was when she came all unglued and when all hell broke loose.
"What the hell, Y/n? Why can't you help me out here around the house instead of being so damn lazy all the time? All you do is sit around all damn day while I'm the one putting my efforts into working."
You felt your eyes sting as you try to hold back the tears back before you say anything to Taylor.
"I'm sorry, Taylor. I know the house is a wreck and I haven't done a thing today. I've been sick and-"
"Oh! Since when are you never sick? You know what? Fine! If you're really sick, you can just sleep on the couch tonight."
With that being your last straw, you let the tears roll down your face as you watched her walk upstairs to your room, back facing towards you and slams the door. This was the first fight that had come across the two of you, and what had made it more intimidating was the fact that the finger was being pointed directly at you on blame, even though you were blameless in this. Following Taylor's order in sleeping on the couch, you than began to make a bed on the couch before sliding yourself underneath the covers.
You soon silently cried yourself to sleep, and sleep did not come easy.
***
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!
