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*** Pairing: Taylor x female!reader Warnings: None Requested: No
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It all started when she was startled awake to the loud crash coming from the kitchen.
Taylor sleepily feels around the empty space on the bed where you should be lying next her, but you weren't there.
When that comes clear to her, the message hits her wide awake as she grows worried about where you might be. Before she makes her way to the crash, she searches the room for you to discover it empty. It was then Taylor leaves the room to go in search of you, with nothing in hand as she doesn't think much of it. Making her way to the kitchen, she sees that lights are turned on and can hear you rummaging through cabinets and drawers just as if you were preparing a meal. As she walks in, she sees the kitchen is now a mess and watched as you are now talking to yourself about trying to slice a piece of cheesecake from the refrigerator.
Taylor doesn't understand at first that you were only sleepwalking, sleepwalking never occurred and was something neither of you had experienced until now. It wasn't until Taylor starts calling your name she realizes that something was up.
"(Y/n)? Are you okay?"
You don't respond, rather you keep fiddling around before she walks up to and takes hold of your shoulders when it hits her. You were sleepwalking and she then remembers reading somewhere that waking up a sleepwalker is something one shouldn't do. Before leading you back to bed, she gently takes out of the cake spatula and takes it from you before setting it down on the cupboard. While she has hold of your hand, she begins to lead you as you begin asking questions you wouldn't remember asking.
"What's going on? Where are you taking me?"
Taylor would be lying if she said this didn't startle her, because it did. Knowing that you weren't really awake, she reassures you as you follow her.
"Just to bed, it's okay."
"Okay.."
Taylor couldn't help but feel proud at how well she handled the situation, and by morning, she told you everything you don't remember.
You couldn't help but feel a tad bit embarrassed, to say the least.
