Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

You're Perfect to Me P3

tw: eating disorders and self harm. please don't read if you think either of those will impact you negatively 🤍

Travis' POV

I ran up the stairs, jumping up them three at a time before making it to the top and pushing open our bedroom door. As suspected, Taylor was collapsed on the floor.

I fell to my knees next to her, my instinct reaction being to shake her to try and wake her up.

"Tay-" I shook her some more, but there was no response. "Tay wake up. Please wake up." I pleaded. When there was no response again, I moved my shaking hands to her neck, placing two fingers gently against her.

There was a pulse, thank god. And her chest was still moving up and down, not a lot, but enough for me to know she was still breathing.

I shook her some more. I had no idea what else I was supposed to do other then try to wake her.

"Tay? Baby please wake up."

Her eyes suddenly started to flutter open. I let out a sigh of relief as I grabbed her hands and brought my lips to them, kissing them gently.

"Oh baby thank god." I relieved, helping her as she tried to sit up. She instantly grabbed the back of her head, rubbing her hand on it.

"What... what happened...?" she muttered, looking around the room in attempt to gather her surroundings.

"Sweetie, you must've passed out. You need to eat something baby." I gently pushed, knowing she wouldn't want to go anywhere near food right now, but she had too.

"Oh..."

"Is your head sore? Can you tell me your name?" I fretted, helping her lean up against the bed.

"Trav, I'm okay. My heads a little sore, that's all."

I nodded, then held both of her hands to help pull her up.

She quickly grabbed onto my arm to stabilise herself, to avoid falling over again.

"Woah, are you okay...?" I asked, holding her sides to keep her upright.

"I'm... fine..." She breathed. She wasn't fine, it was fairly obvious.

"Baby, you're so weak... you need to eat something... or I'm taking you to the hospital." I threatened. Taylor hates the hospital. I'm pretty sure it's her least favourite place in the world. She hates everything about it.

"No Trav- no hospital. I'm fine. I'll eat something, okay?" She panicked. I knew mentioning the hospital would work.

I basically had to hold her entire body upright as we walked downstairs together. I helped sit her down on the couch so that she could still see me in the kitchen, and I pulled open the fridge, searching for something she might eat.

I glanced over to see her staring at me, waiting patiently for whatever food I was going to bring her. She'd be anxious to her core right now, but at this point, I was just going to force her to eat.

I pulled out a range of things from the fridge/pantry. Mini cucumbers, since she'd eaten them the other day, some plain crackers, and some grapes. It wasn't a lot but I hoped it would be a good start.