Taylor and Travis Oneshots

The Show Part 1

i haven't written them yet, but there's definitely going to be a part 2 and maybe a part 3. Travis isn't in this one yet but he will come in the next part which should be up at some point this weekend! 

Taylor forced a smile on her face, squinting against the bright stage lights, trying to hold on for a few more seconds. She holds up her tired arm, trying to wave to the fans. She feels sick, and it takes all of her energy not to fall over as she stands on the stage in her navy bodysuit and magenta glitter coat, right after finishing singing Karma.

As soon as the stage brings her down, Taylor presses her hands against her head. Underneath the stage is dark, and it takes her eyes a few seconds to adjust, bright flashes flickering through her vision. This isn't normal. Taylor feels her chest heaving. She is oddly tired. She can barely hear everyone congratulating her on a great show, her first of three in Indiana.

She feels faint and focuses on her feet as she walks back to her dressing room. She takes small steps, one foot after the other, trying not to topple over. She can faintly hear the screams of the crowd as she makes her way to the dressing room. She forces the smile back on her face, this time too tired to even wave. A shaky hand slowly wanders to her bangs, and she wipes the sweat off of her forehead, noticing how hard the simple movement is for her.

A security guard opens the dressing room door for her and she walks into the room, standing just inside the doorway, feet frozen to the ground. Everyone in the room turns to look at her as she walks in, Andrea and Scott sitting on one of the couches, Tree on a phone call in the corner, Austin picking up makeup that he seemingly dropped on the ground.

"Sorry Teffy, I didn't mean to do this..." Austin gestures to the mess of concealers, eyeshadows, and lipsticks spread across the floor.

"It's fine," Taylor halfheartedly smiles, tries to laugh. Her hands have suddenly gone cold. She can feel her heart pounding hard against her ribcage. She feels sick, sicker than she did even five minutes ago. Her ears are ringing and she can barely hear her brother.

She suddenly feels her mom's warm hand on her back and gets pulled into a tight hug, barely stopping herself from falling over.

"Great show hon," Andrea whispers in her daughter's ear.

Taylor nods, doesn't have the energy to speak, the up and down movement of her head making her even dizzier. She knows her face must be ghostly pale, and judging from her dad's worried expression, Taylor can tell she must look just as awful as she feels.

"Hey T, are you alright?" Scott asks with a concerned look on his face, getting up and coming closer to his daughter.

Andrea pulls back from the hug, her hands on Taylor's shoulders being the only thing keeping the younger blonde up. She looks at Taylor's face, frowning.

"Are you okay, sweetie?"

Taylor can barely hear her parents words over the ringing in her ears. The dressing room is becoming blurry and she can't focus her eyes on anything. She can hardly move her tongue to make words.

"I- I'm not," Taylor finally says. Her hands are freezing. She can't feel her legs and the rest of her is numb. She can't force any more words out of her mouth. "Mom-" she whispers. She doesn't even know what she is saying, it sounds like she is underwater.

Taylor can't see the look of fear in her mom's eyes. Tree hangs up her phone, quickly coming over to them. Austin has completely abandoned the makeup, looking at his sister nervously.

"Taylor?" She hears, unable to tell who is speaking. "Tay, talk to me. What's wrong?"

All of her senses stop working and she only sees black and she collapses on the dressing room floor.