How You Get The Girl || Taylor Swift

Thank You Rep

TW: TALK OF THROWING UP (NO ONES GOT A STOMACH BUG ITS ANXIETY BUT ITS STILL A TW)

- Rep's POV - 

Lover is sat on the counter behind me, I can feel her icy eyes on me. She seems quiet and pale, she might be anxious about eating but I think I'm gonna ask her just in case.

Rep🖤: hey love, u okay? your really quiet and pale

Lover💗: i don't feel too good but i'm pretty sure i'm just really anxious about eating.

Rep🖤: okay baby, i'm gonna help you okay? even if it means u only have a couple bites it's still something

Lover💗: okay thank you

Rep finished cooking and puts the food on the table and she moves a chair to the corner of the table, diagonally next to Lover's chair. They sit down and Lover still looks off, possibly worse.

Rep🖤: u sure ur okay?

Lover💗: i'm just anxious. i don't think it's a panic attack tho

Rep🖤: okay ml

Rep helps Lover eat some of her food until she notices something about her.

Rep🖤: lover are you 100% sure your okay? u are looking more and more worried and pale by the second

Lover💗: rep i think i'm gonna throw up

Lover runs to the bathroom with Rep following behind. They are sat on the bathroom floor together, Lover in Reps lap with her back against one of Rep's arms. Rep holds her hair back for her and reaches up to the sink above to grab a cup of water for Lover.

Rep🖤: hey it's okay, have some water baby

Lover has tears in her eyes and she's whiter than a ghost.

Rep🖤: are you okay? u need to throw up more or are u okay?

Lover💗: I'm gonna throw up again can u grab my hair

Rep🖤: of course my girl. it's gonna be okay i promise. have some more water but only little sips. how do u feel now?

Lover💗: i think i'm okay now but i feel really weak and faint

Rep🖤: u wanna sit here fore a minute?

Lover💗: yes please, i might pass out. i don't want to tho it's scary rep i don't like it. i can't breathe

Rep🖤: ur okay baby, i've got you. your in my lap ur not gonna go anywhere. breathe in and out with me

Lover breathes in time with Rep but it doesn't work, she passes out in Rep's arms.

- Rep's POV -

She's just thrown up twice and she's now passed out in my arms. When she ran to the bathroom I got up and raced to help her so fast I didn't even have time to think. I have terrible emetophobia and I've never done this before but somehow I knew what I was doing in order to help and I didn't feel sick from seeing her throw up, I think it's cus I know she's my girl and I'll do anything to help her. I feel so bad for her, I wanna try and get her better as quickly as I can but without rushing it cus it's so unfair for her to be like this for so long, especially when she's on tour too. Like what if she passes out or has to throw up when she's on stage? I can't let that happen.

Lover wakes up and as soon as she makes eye contact with Rep she starts crying.

Lover💗: i'm so so sorry rep i can't make you go through this with me it's so unfair for you

Rep🖤: hey no it's okay, i'm helping you love. i'm here and your gonna be okay. your safe with me okay?

Lover💗: okay reppy

Rep🖤: u wanna go straight to bed and we can cuddle and watch more grey's?

Lover💗: yes please

Rep🖤: okay ml

Rep carries Lover into the bedroom and puts her on the bed. She passes Lover the tv remote so she can go wash up the dishes in the kitchen.

- Lover's POV - 

Rep has just gone to wash up in the kitchen. I feel really bad. She cooked my favourite for dinner and I could barely eat any of it at all, I don't even think she ate any of hers, poor girl she'll be hungry, she was just trying to make sure she could help me eat. Then she held my hair back when I threw up twice (even with her bad fear of it), she held the cup for me while I drank some water and she even wiped my mouth for me after throwing up and having water like what? How did she manage being a layer of tissue away from her biggest fear all cus she wanted to help me? I'm so grateful for her and so proud of her. And she also held me in her arms when I passed out. I feel really bad for her I really don't think it's fair on her to keep having to help me but she assures me every time that it's okay and she wants to help me. I believe her, but I'm still always gonna feel bad about it. She's carried me to bed and tucked the duvet around me. She's really cute, she literally does everything for me and I'm so grateful, I've never had that before. I wanna be able to give her all the attention back tho at some point when I'm better or just when I can.

Rep finished in the kitchen and comes back to Lover. 

Rep🖤: you okay babe?

Lover💗: yeah i am now thank u ml

Rep🖤: do u want me to help u get changed for bed?

Lover💗: if u can, i feel weak still but i don't wanna burn you out from helping me so much, i feel bad.

Rep🖤: don't feel bad about it, i always wanna help you

Rep gets herself and Lover changed and she turns of the light and gets into bed. Lover rolls over to have her head on Rep's chest and her hand next to her head.

An hour or so goes by Rep has fallen asleep, Lover is still awake tho as they got into bed quite early cus she didn't feel good at the time, although she feels a lot better now as it was just one of her panic attacks.