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Passed out while arguing

[Sorry I haven't been updating recently, I've been trying😅but fr seeing requests motivate me so go ahead guys]

Taylor pov

"WELL MAYBE I DONT FEEL LIKE PARTYING ALL THE TIME", I yelled back at her and slammed the cabinet shut. "FINE, YOU WANNA PLAY LIKE THAT, LET'S FUCKING PLAY. maybe I don't wanna stay inside all the time, maybe I don't like your dumb cats, maybe I- I get it y/n", I cut her off mid-sentence, knowing she'd probably keep going on about the things she hates.

"Great, Great! Then stop arguing", she told me like I was the one who sparked this, "I was the one who started this? Oh no, you can't just spring the blame on me whenever you realize it's your fault", I told her, angrily. "I can do whatever the fuck I want!", she yelled back at me, clearly trying to make a transparent point.

I knew she was sick; her voice was already going before and this yelling match didn't help, she was cold and shivering half the day, had a bad fever, her nose was stuffy, oh and don't forget the hormones. A part of me felt for her, but the other part was outraged at the crazy accusations and arguments she was throwing at me out of nowhere.

"Of-fucking-course you say that, you know what y/n? I'm done, stop", I told her. The moment before, I was pinching the bridge of my nose whilst looking down at the kitchen counter. All the sudden, I hear a loud thud take place in front of me, quickly warranting my undivided attention.

It was y/n. She was laid on the ground, unconscious, and limp; which was a rather scary sight to see. I ran over to her side then bent down to be closer to her level, "baby? Y/n, can you hear me?", I asked her, with utter silence as a response. I refuse to believe that I was the one to make my girl pass out on the floor.

I laid her head on my lap so she wouldn't have to lay on the hard floor, "I'm sorry babygirl, I shouldn't of said that, but let's get you to bed, hm?", I told her sleeping body before delicatly picking her up and carrying her to our bedroom. While carrying her down the hallway, I looked at how vulnerable she was safely held in my arms, and adorable to the point where I couldn't restrain myself from placing a light forehead kiss to her face.

Once I got to the bedroom, I pushed the comforter out if the way so I could lay her down under it. "Mmmm Tay?", she peaked her eyes open, and groaned, "oh you're awake? I think the stress got to you babydoll, I'm guessing that's why you passed out", I told her. "Oh...", she trailed off to look away, "hey, I'm sorry, I really am. Forgive me?", I mumbled when I knelt to her side of the bed. "I forgive you", she said, which made me hug her closely, even though she's majorly sick.