Taylor and Travis (tayvis) one-shots

What is wrong with people? TW

TW

This chapter will be dark and contain eating disorders, self harm, panic attacks, depression, etc, so if you struggle with anything like that please skip. Also if you are struggling I am always here to talk!

Taylor's POV

"Hey baby I'm going to practice, I'll be back at around 8pm. I made breakfast and it's on the table. I love you" Travis says into my ear as I'm still laying in our bed.

"Okay I love you" I say as he gives me a soft kiss on my lips then head and leaves for practice. I roll back over and fall back to asleep.

3 hours later

I wake up about 3 hours later and do my daily morning routine. When I finish my makeup and changed my clothes I walk downstairs to see pancakes, bacon, and eggs left out on the counter by Travis. He used to be a terrible cook but I taught him the basics so now he makes a pretty good breakfast when he tries. I sit down with a few of everything then go and relax on the couch and turn on the TV.

Time skip to 6:00pm

I have been sitting here for a few hours but I'm beginning to get bored so I take out my phone and go on Twitter, I have always been told not to go on social media or atleast not for too long because people are assholes and always have something to say about me, especially my body. I know I'm not supposed to look but I'm bored and I need something to do until Travis gets home. When I open it up everyone is freaking out about me taking Travis on stage which makes me laugh. I scroll for a while and it's all good until I see it, people body shaming me. Here it goes, I have been good for years and maybe sometimes I feel a little self conscious but so does everyone, and it's not a big deal. I feel my eyes filling up with tears as I keep reading stuff like "Oh my gosh Taylor Swift pregnant with Travis Kelce's baby?!?" "About time" "I wonder what she's going to name it?" That's it I can't do it anymore. I get up off of the couch and walk into our bathroom upstairs and turn on the water, as I strip down and walk in then sit down under the burning hot water. My skin turns red and feels like flames but it's what I deserve. I shouldn't have ate. I'm fat and I don't really need food, right? My mind wonders until I can't take it anymore, I grab my razor and slowly slide the blade across my arm causing me to scream in pain as my arm begins to leak blood. I watch as the shower floor turns red. I know I shouldn't do it but it's what I deserve for eating.

I sit in the shower for what feels like a lifetime. My eyes swollen and blood red, my skin scolding hot now, my arms filled with cuts and blood, my chest heavy and no air left in my lungs, I'm left up against the wall with my hands over my face trembling. That's when I hear the door.

"Baby? Where are you?" I hear him yell but I can't bring myself to answer. I feel lifeless.

Travis' POV

I get home from practice and drop my things by the door, waiting for Taylor to run in my arms like she usually does, but she doesn't. Maybe she's writing and caught up in her own thoughts causing her to not hear me.

I walk into our home studio but still no sight of her. I yell her name over and over again, no answer. I begin to worry and run around the house trying to find her. I finally run upstairs and hear the water running, oh good she's just in the shower. I knock on the door but there is no answer, all I can hear is heaving breathing and sniffing. I burst through the door and see her, on the floor with blood running down her arms and shaking on the floor, her face a slight purple but can barely see it over the redness of the water, her hands over her chest, her mouth gasping for air.

I run over and open the door as fast as I can, scooping her into my arms, rocking her.

"Baby I need you to breathe, follow my chest" I say and begin to cry myself, I can't though, I need to be strong for her. I rest her head on my chest and hold her tightly. I carefully reach over and turn the water off, knowing this isn't helping. She shakes in my arms uncontrollably.