tw: eating disorders
travis pov:
I'm finally coming home tonight after a very long two weeks away in Germany for football.
I know Taylor's perfectly fine without me, but I hate the thought of her being alone for so long. Sure, she has her friends and her parents. But I know she comes home to an empty house every night, and that has to get lonely. I can't help but worry about her when I'm away.
So, I planned a little date for us tonight. I told Taylor i'd be home by 7, but really i'm getting back around 5. I want to have enough time to set up my house for a romantic date night. I'll go to my house, set it all up, then surprise her by picking her up and taking her home with me.
I'm in the car with my driver and we're on the way to my house. I start to doze off when I notice my phone buzzing on the seat next to me. It's Taylor.
"Hey Tay!"
"Hi Travisss! Are you on your way back yet? I miss youuuu"
I chuckled a little at her drawn out words.
"I'll be there at 7 to pick you up babygirl. I miss you too."
"Ok. Tell your driver to speed it up. You've been gone wayyyy too long."
As I go to respond, I notice we're stopped outside my house. And just as I planned, it's 5pm.
"Hahaha I'll be back soon. I gotta go now. I love you baby. See you later."
"Okay." She responded with a smile. "Bye Trav."
I walk up to my house and start getting everything ready. There's a trail of roses leading to the table, where my chef will have dinner ready for us. Once we finish dinner, there's a second trail of roses leading to my bedroom where we can watch a movie and fall asleep together.
Once everything is in place, I set the lighting to an appropriate brightness and get back in my car to head to Taylor's house.
When we leave the driveway, I pull out my phone to send her a quick text.
On my way, be there right at 7 😉
The message says read but she doesn't respond. That's weird. Maybe she's just busy getting ready to leave.
"Travis, we're here." My driver tells me as the car rolls to a stop. I walk up to her front door and knock. The door doesn't open, so I knock a second time.
"TRAVISSS!!!" Taylor squeals as she swings the door open. She jumps into my arms and as good as it feels to be back with my baby, I notice something's off. She is clearly skinnier than she was when I left.
I decide not to bring it up because I know weight is a sensitive topic for her and I want us to be happy tonight.
She takes the flowers from my hands and goes back to the kitchen to put them in a vase.
We walk together back to my car where I open the door for her and we climb into the back seat together. On the way there, Taylor cuddles into me and places her head in the crook of my neck. I start to take in the sweet scent of her hair but keep remembering how I could feel every single one of her ribs when she was in my arms just a few minutes ago.
I want to be happy that I'm back in New York with Tay but I know something's wrong. She's lost a lot of weight in just two weeks and clearly something is off.
Trying to brush off the worrying thoughts, I ask my driver how far away we are from my house. He tells me we're pulling in, so I nudge Taylor just a little and tell her we're here.
