tratie one shots

apartments p.3...?

This is an addition to the apartments au! Also if you are an OG like the first (possibly second I can't remember) chapter I ever did for this was when Katie got sick and now roles are reversed ;)

Katie:
I marched up the stairs quickly, my loud, angry steps echoing down the grey walls.

I cannot believe him, I thought, already scowling as I prepared myself to confront my upstairs neighbor.

We had planned a dinner for the night before. It wasn't a date...I think? He didn't tell me it was a date, but it was just the two of us, and he refused to tell me the exact restaurant. Our plan was the meet in the lobby at 7:00, and then head to dinner. It was so vague, and unplanned, and general that I wanted to say no. The ideal way of asking me on a date was if Travis gave the time, address, attire, and a link to the menu so I could pick what I wanted before I got there. However, he just looked so cute when he asked, I couldn't say no, even if I wanted to (which I really didn't).

Since I had last seen him, just a few days earlier, butterflies had made a home in my stomach. I couldn't make it 2 minutes without imagining our date-not-date, and smiling to myself like an idiot.

But that was before last night.

At exactly 7:02 last night, I entered the clean and quiet lobby, expecting Travis and his distractingly charming smile to be in front of me. When the room was empty, I texted a quick, I'm here, and waited for him to arrive. I waited. And waited. And waited.

After forty minutes, three unanswered texts, and one missed call, I took the elevator back up to my floor, ignoring the unrelenting pang in my chest. I decided that I hated him, and squashed any and all feelings of embarrassment and hurt.

Did I do something? I thought for a moment at his doorstep. The idea had been tormenting me all night, as I went through our texts and reflected on every interaction to see if I had said something to offend him.

I pushed the thought away. This was not my fault, and even if Travis was mad at me, he should've had to the decency to tell me about it.

I knocked on the door impatiently, as I couldn't wait longer than fifteen hours after being stood up to demand an explanation. There was silence for at least a minute before I knocked again, louder. I couldn't hear shuffling behind the door, but I knew he was home after seeing his truck parked in the garage. I tried two more times, and pressed my ear to the door to hear the TV playing.

With a wave of anger and resolve, I opened the door anyway. I was greeted with the same layout as my apartment, which was into to the kitchen with the living room connected directly to it. My eyes flew to Travis splayed out on the couch, blankets draped haphazardly on his legs, and his arms raised over his head. The TV played some cop show in front of him, and despite his eyes being half opened, he hadn't noticed me yet.

Travis groaned from his spot on the couch. Overall, his apartment looked awful. There were tissues strewn everywhere, and dishes piled in his sink. It looked like a hurricane had gone through it, the complete opposite to my own perfectly clean home downstairs.

"Travis?" I asked, moving toward his helpless, flailing body on his sectional. Despite the fact that his couch was easily twice the size of mine, he still managed to make it seem too small, one of his legs dangling off and the other bent to fit.

"Katie?" He moved his head toward me slowly, and even from the kitchen I could him sweating profusely. A sly smirk spread across his lips, as he asked "Is this another dream? Cause if so I much prefer the ones where we are already-"

"Travis, what's wrong?" I put one hand to his forehead, only to feel it burning against mine. "Jesus, you're burning up."

"Wait, you're real?" He asked, eyes slightly unfocused, but a frown gracing his lips for possibly the first time I had seen it. Like everything about him, it was unfairly cute, and made me want to smile at the furrow in his brow. "You're actually in my apartment right now?" The confusion was replaced with pure glee, as an elated laugh burst out of him, like a child on Christmas morning. "You have no idea how much I have thought of this happening."

I rolled my eyes, even as a blush covered my face. "I came here to yell at you for standing me up last night, but that apparently has to be postponed."

Travis' face fell in an instant, a mix of shock and horror coloring it. "Oh my god." He closed his eyes as if it pained him to even look at me. "Our date last night. I completely forgot."

A bit of my remaining embarrassment poked at me again. "It's fine," I brushed it off, "where do you keep your medicine?" Moving to stand up, his hand gripped my forearm to stop me.

"Not it's not. I didn't feel good yesterday afternoon, and I took like every thing I had for the flu and it totally knocked me out. I slept for like 14 hours straight." His voice was hoarse as he rushed to get everything out, hand still gripping my arm. He looked desperate, his blue eyes pleading.

I softened, immediately regretting my burning anger directed at him earlier. Before thinking about, I wrapped my other hand around his. "Travis," I murmured, "it's okay. Really. Please just let me get you more medicine." Travis clearly didn't buy it, but mumbled the directions to his bathroom anyway.

After grabbing a liquid cold remedy, a glass of water, and a cold wash cloth, I headed back to the couch. Travis watched me the whole way, but I could tell he was exhausted. Bags hung under his eyes, and he seemed drained of his typically youthful vigor. Now, the blankets were wrapped tightly around him, and he looked freezing.

"Katie," he started, as I set out everything at the coffee table in front of him. "I really wanted to go on the date with you." I paused, looking at his earnest expression. I brought the cup of medicine to his hand, and waited until he downed all of it, and leaned back to respond.

I smoothed the sweaty brown hair off of his forehead, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at the movement. "I did too." I mumbled, my hand already going back on its own accord to repeat the action. "We will try again when you aren't deathly ill. Sounds good?"

But Travis didn't answer, his eyes still shut as my hand brushed over his hair. I replaced my hand with the cold compress and allowed myself one moment to study to entirely too cute way he looked when asleep, lips turned slightly upwards at the corners like he was being told a joke, before I stood, and walked back into the kitchen.

I grabbed my things to leave, but hesitated at the door. It was only 10:30, and I had literally nothing going on the rest of the day. Besides, his kitchen was a disaster and needed to be cleaned. If I left now, I would be forcing a sick man to clean it, and that was just plain cruel.

And it wouldn't hurt to make him soup either. Especially since my recipe could probably heal a bubonic plague victim.

I thought back to my previous rage with a snort, and set on to cleaning the kitchen.

hi! so I have had this idea for like months especially after reading check and mate by ali hazelwood (this is heavily inspired by that) but finally got back to writing it tonight. I might make a part two to this (doubtful) but please comment any and all suggestions for one shots!! I love you all so much 💕💕💕

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