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what a shame shes fucked in the head (tw)

what if i told u im back
might be a one time thing, idk dont count on me.
its not the best out of any of my chapters, its most likely the worst, but im tired.

TW: slight mentions of ED, sharp objects mentioned, people drunk also mentions of matty healy.

a request for a fight.

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3rd person pov


Taylor walks through the doorway of the Kansas City house, to only find it empty and quiet- quite an odd thing. She expected to have a giddy Travis come over and hug her or kiss her. Anything. He was a touchy person. But the only question on her mind is where was Travis? He was here just this morning..

Earlier that day, Taylor had been over at Brittney's, and Travis had smiled warmly and said he stay here with the cats. But she didn't know where the burly man had gone. It was like he disappeared into thin air, gone with the wind.

Her head went to the worst- he was cheating. Her heart had been broken by these men, who cheated and lied, she couldn't bear this one. But a part of her said it was different. But that part was to small, and the bolter in her brain said he was cheating.

She let out a small sigh, dropping her bags and taking off her coat. She had been standing there for about 5 minutes, thinking. Thinking, really? Was that what she was doing? How pathetic, she thought as she sat on the couch, then helplessly watching the thoughts play out in her head, all the scenarios her brain could come up with.

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It had been hours snice Travis had gone missing. She had called him at least a thousand times, and more texts than a person could count. She stares at the unread blob of blue texts, her head spinning in worry. He could be cheating, he could be dead, or it could all be a misunderstanding. Maybe his texts didn't send. Or he was busy with friends. Her heart clenched. She really wanted to cuddle with him for the rest of the day, watch American pie for the thousandth time, or bake cookies together. She felt hot tears slipping down her face, her vison blurry. She hadn't eaten in hours. Infact, she hadn't gotten up. Her cats where pestering her for food (like they always did) but she couldn't do it. She couldn't move from the spot on the couch. It was a miracle that she made it from the doorway. 

It was likely a panic response, the way she froze. She couldn't stop the voices in her head, the images playing. Joe and Matty both cheated. It wouldn't be a surprise.

Her head hurt like shit, it felt like a knife stabbed her brain. Her throat felt as dry as a desert. And her stomach was a void that could eat anything. She let out a sob. Why couldn't she do anything but sit here. She was like the girl forever stuck in the restaurant, unable to move, just sitting there forever with thoughts on how it could've been different.

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It was now 2am, and Taylor was sitting there still. She had gotten up once to feed her cats, stumbling around the kitchen with her tear and snot-stained face and shirt, her hair a mangled mess. She was fully convinced Travis had just..left her. Left her to wait at the restaurant (the house) forever. Is that why Travis kept his old house? Just so he had the chance to bolt?

He probably thought she was crazy, how she was fucked in the head, and finally after a little over a year of dating, realized he must leave before it's too late. She couldn't blame him for that. Her past demons- like her eating disorder, or how she was sitting here and panicking- coming back to haunt her. 

Or he had cheated, she couldn't even blame him for that to. She was too much, to needy. She needed to stop being needy, stop obsessing over this man. She wasn't even that pretty, there were girls who looked way better than her. Taylor's thoughts plagued her mind- it had been snice this afternoon.

She was debating on calling Tree to get her a ticket back to New York when the door opened. Taylor turned her head to see a drunk Travis walking through the entry, his pupils dilated, a goofy grin on his face. Normally, she would've ran up to him and hugged him, not minding the beer on his breath. Now, it made her gag.

Rage consumed her. He must have been cheating, being drunk and leaving her here snice 12:30 pm. Though the words wouldn't come out her mouth, stuck in the knot in her throat. And the fact that she didn't drink anything snice 10 am, hut that was beside the point.

He stumbles closer to the couch, a goofy grin on his face like he done nothing wrong. He sat next to her, a hand on her thigh. She internally cringe, straying away from his touch. 

"Hi tay," he said, already coming in for a hug, his head nestling on her shoulder. She wanted to barf.

"Travis, don't call me that. Where have you been?" she snapped, the pent-up rage begging to be let out of the cage anxiety had put it in.

He looked confused at her, taking off his hands, and his head on her shoulder. He looked so innocent, but the pettiness and anger in her refuse to subside, wanting answers. After looking like that for a solid minute she asked again,

"Where have you been? Its 2 in the fucking morning, and I've sat here all-day doing fucking nothing because I was waiting for you! Give me a fucking answer before I grab a ticket to New York!" she had let out an annoyed scoff, pure female rage filled in her eyes.

She didn't want to hurt him, but he had hurt her more. She had been sitting here on this god-forsaken couch neglecting her own needs out of pure panic for this man.

"Wait, its 2 am?" he asked, dumfounded.

That had pushed her off the edge. The rage burst out of the cage. She couldn't argue with a man who couldn't think straight. She wanted to scream, to burst out into tears again. If looks could kill, Travis Kelce would be dead on the couch.

"Thats all you have to fucking say for yourself? I'm done. I will talk to you once you are out of this drunken haze you found yourself in. Go to fucking bed. Or don't for all I care!" Taylor had screamed at Travis, getting off of the couch and marching to a guest bedroom.

Travis sat there confused as she angrily tucked herself into bed and cried herself to sleep that night. 

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Taylor woke up. She felt like shit. She couldn't get up from her laying position on the bed, everything hurt like hell. She was confused on why she was in the houses guest room, just to realize what Travis had done to her.

She forced herself out of bed, not bothering to check the time as she angrily stumbles into the kitchen. Black dots enter her vison, but she pushes through, leaning heavily on the counter as she fills up her water cup. It was the best sip of water in her life. She drank at least 3 cups before putting a bowl of cereal together and sitting at the kitchen table.

She hadn't noticed Travis sitting across from her until he cleared his throat. Her blue eyes meet his hazel ones.

"Are you finally able to tell me where the fuck you were yesterday? Because I just sat there, waiting for you. Waiting to have our little afternoon and evening together. I sat there, panicking for hours on end, unable to fucking get up because I was so worried. I thought you were dead, or left me, or fucking cheating on me with some mistress I have no clue about. So enlighten me on what you were doing between the times of 12:30 pm and 2 fucking am in the morning."

Travis bit his lip, looking at the tablecloth. It was much better to look at then his angry and kind of sick girlfriend, testing to see if her look could burn him. He took a deep breath. 

"I was at a party, and I forgot to tell you, and lost track of time. I'm sorry. It was my fault." Travis said, his cheeks red in embarrassment.

He felt like a school kid in trouble. Taylor, however just stare. A party made her worry. A fucking party made her sit on the couch and loose her goddam mind. a party made her starve herself, how ironic. She felt like falling through the chair, hoping a void would consume her instead. Please, could the void consume her now?

It was an awkward silence at the table. Travis knew he messed up, and Taylor was just so sad. sad that she wasted her life, sad for herself, and sad that Travis never told her.

Taylor couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into a sob. Hot tears stream down her face. How could they both do this to themselves? Travis went to her side and picked her up gently, setting them in their own bed, muttering sweet nothings and "I'm sorry" to her.

Though it didn't heal the wound on her forever broken heart, she was glad they had gotten through that. She couldn't lose him, and he couldn't lose her.

They both fall asleep in each other's arms, getting the much-needed rest they deserve.

"What a shames she's fucked in the head, they said."

- Champagne problems, Taylor swift.

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hope you enjoyed my little comeback! don't expect anything, school started again so I might be more active, but I had an urge to write. This is terrible compared to other things I wrote, But I hope you enjoyed. 

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