tw: self harm
this one has a few pov switches because the story worked better that way so if you don't like that than just skip this one :)
travis pov:
"Tay? Where are you?" I call as I enter the house after a long day of football practice. Usually, Taylor comes and greets me as soon as she hears the car pulling up. Today, though, she's nowhere to be found. She also didn't answer earlier when I left her a text.
Taylor is usually a very social person, and she always replies to me whether it be in person or over the phone. So, I can't help but start to worry when, on occasion, she gets quiet. I know she's struggled with things like eating disorders and self harm in the past which just makes my concerns even scarier.
"Taylor?" I say slightly louder when suddenly I hear a whimper coming from the bathroom.
taylor pov:
"Fuck. No." I whisper to myself when I hear Travis calling my name.
I've spent the last hour crying on the bathroom floor. It started with just mindless scrolling on instagram, which then turned into searching for pictures of myself and ultimately ended in me hating myself enough to get up and find a blade.
You're fat. Cut.
You're ugly. Cut.
You deserve this. Cut.
My thoughts were spiraling and it felt like I didn't have a choice but to hurt myself.
Now, though, Travis is home. As soon as I hear him come through the door I hide my blade and start to wipe the blood off my thighs with a random towel I found.
Please stop bleeding. I think to myself when the cuts seem to be gushing blood. I can hear Travis' footsteps getting closer and start to panic. Not knowing what else to do, I grab my clothes and quickly put them back on my body.
Travis must've heard my cries, because eventually I hear him knock on the bathroom door.
"Taylor? What're you doing? Are you okay?" He questions.
"Yeah I'm fine! I'll be out in a second Trav!" I tell him.
travis pov
Taylor tells me she's fine but I know something's off. I can hear the crack in her voice.
Hesitantly, I start to twist the door handle and push it open. That's weird, the door wasn't locked.
My heart shatters into pieces when I walk in the bathroom and see Taylor. Her face is flushed and I can tell she's been crying.
"Tay, baby, what's wrong?" I ask as I walk slowly over to her and wrap my arms around her from behind.
She spins around and starts to cry into my neck. "I hate myself, Travis. I feel ugly and everyone online thinks i'm fat."
"Baby girl. You are absolutely beautiful. Don't say that about yourself."
I start to pull away so I can see her face when I look down and notice the red seeping through her pants.
"Baby are you bleeding? What's on your pants?"
"Oh it's nothing, I must've just nicked myself when I was shaving." Taylor tells me but I know that's way too much blood to be just a small cut she got from shaving.
"Baby your practically gushing blood. Can you take your pants off so I can help you?"
"No Travis it's really nothing, it's fine."
I give her a serious look so she knows i'm not joking and she slowly starts to pull her leggings down to her knees. I see three cuts across the inside of her thigh and immediately know she gave them to herself.
"Babygirl." I practically whisper as I gently run my hand across her thigh. "Let me clean these for you, ok?"
She nods and I walk over to the cabinet under the sink to grab supplies. Taylor sits down on the side of the tub and waits for me.
I kneel in front of her and make sure she can see what I'm doing. "This is gonna sting a little bit baby, i'm sorry." I tell her before running the damp cloth along her leg and holding it down until the bleeding stops.
When I eventually finish cleaning up the cuts and placing band-aids over them, I pull her pants back up and Taylor leans her head onto my shoulder to whisper something.
"I'm sorry."
"What? Why? You didn't do anything."
"For cutting. I'm sorry."
"It's ok, baby. I know you can't really control it. Why did you do it though? You should've called me."
"I know. I'm sorry. I was reading comments. And the thoughts just got really loud." She tells me before the tears start to roll down her face again.
"It's okay. I'm here now. Do you want to go lay in bed? We can watch a movie together."
"Ok." She whispers, but makes no effort to move.
"Baby girl we have to walk over to the bed." I say, starting to laugh at her antics.
"Can you carry me." She says, sounding more like a statement than a question.
I scoop her up and take her over to the bed where we lay down and pick a movie off Netflix.
She eventually cuddles into me and falls asleep in my arms. I really hope this doesn't become something that happens a lot. It breaks my heart knowing how she feels about herself. I just wish she could see what I see in her.
I turn off the tv and place a quick kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight my perfect, beautiful baby girl. I love you more than you'll ever know."
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A/N: idk how i feel about this one 😅
also it's so funny that the one smutty oneshot i have has the most views 😆 y'all weirdddd
anyway i hope y'all are all doing good 🫶🏼 i'm trying to post at least once every two days now 🙏🏼
