tayvis oneshots

i hope i never loose you

travis's pov:
my football practice has just ended and i texted taylor to let her know i was on my way home. i sent the text and hopped in the car. after i few minutes of driving i noticed she still hasn't responded.

she would usually at least acknowledge my texts or reply back, but i was left on delivered. i mean, i guess she's probably busy, or just left her phone in another room, so i decided not to overthink it. i'm sure everything was fine.

i pull into the driveway and unlock the door. i set my bags on the floor and flip my shoes off my feet before leaning into the living to look for taylor. she wasn't there.

she would usually be at the door waiting for me, or at least near the entrance, but very rarely she was so far away from me or locked away in her room.

i started to worry. did i do something wrong? does she not like me anymore? there was endless reasons why, but i began searching the house for her.

she was very rarely in the dining room, guest bedroom or office downstairs, but i quickly peered in just to double check. no where to be found, so i moved on to one of her usual places.

i walked upstairs, peeked into our bedroom and she wasn't there either. i called out her name as i looked in every other room. when i came to the end of the hallway, i noticed the bathroom door was closed.

thats weird. but maybe she just needed to use the bathroom and wanted a little privacy. but it was odd that she wasn't in our bathroom, just the regular bathroom upstairs.

"honey, are you alright?" i asked, lighting tapping on the door. no response. "babygirl?" i questioned, knocking on the door a little louder this time. "taylor, if you don't respond i'm coming in." i said, starting to actually worry.

and yet again, she didn't respond.

luckily the door wasn't locked, so i twisted the knob and my heart dropped. there was blood everywhere, dripping out of the right side of her stomach.

i obviously panicked and dialed 911 into my phone as fast as i possible could. "hello, this is 911, what's your emergency?" the asked.

"hi, uh my girlfriend.. i think she tried to kill herself" i cried into the phone. "okay, what's the address?" they asked.

after giving them all the information, i took a closer look at taylor. she was still breathing, but was not responsive.

"baby, stay with me." i said propping her almost lifeless body against the tub, trying my best to cry and stay focused. i noticed the little blades and a empty container of ibuprofen on the ground beside her, it made me for horrible.

how did i not know? my girlfriend tried to kill herself and i hardly picked up on the signs.

a couple of minutes later the ambulance arrives, marching into the bathroom. i blacked out and ended up just trying not to pass out, this situation was scary.

they quickly  took her to the hospital, i tried my best to remain calm and collected, although it wasn't very easy considering i might not have taylor after tonight which is the scariest think to exist.

once everyone was together in a hospital room with taylor, they gave me a few more detail. "she will be okay. she had a lot of blood loss, but she will survive" they said.

i was overwhelmed with happiness, i thought i was going to loose her. she wasn't conscious yet, but she would be soon, but being in her presence knowing she would be okay was more than enough.

once a few hours very slowly  pass by, she wakes up. "trav..?" she mumbles, slightly confused. "oh my goodness taylor.. i love you" i said, rushing to her side.

"what.. happened?" she asked, making me tear up again. "oh baby.. a lot did. but you're okay now, but later you need to tell me what made you feel that way." i said, we both knew it wasn't good for her to bottle up her emotions, she nodded with her gaze fixed at the floor.

"i'm sorry." she said. "what? sorry?" i repeated, not sure of what she meant. "i'm sorry travis." she said again. "babygirl, you do not need to apologize for feeling this way, okay? but we do need to help manage these feelings in a different way, yeah?" i said, giving her a gentle kiss on the temple.

once the doctors came in and made sure everything was stable and having a little talk with both of us on ways we can help taylor, they discharged us and we drove home.

we both sat on the couch in silence with the background noise of some tv show playing in the background. i didn't expect her to explain everything to me, and i didn't want to seem forceful about the whole situation.

"do you want to talk about it?" i asked, gently rubbing circles on her back. "are you sure?" she asked, i nodded knowing i could take it, even if it hurt me to knew how she was actually feeling.

"it's a lot.. well everything. nobody what i do people always take offense to it. every time i look at my phone there's another article claiming im pregnant, or saying i've dated too many people, and it's just so.. fucking tiring" she cried.

"oh baby... is there anything i could do to help?" i ask, she shrugs. "i'm sorry travis" she breathes. "i'm such a mess"

"i don't care, i love you regardless and i always will, no matter what happens. i want you to remember that." i said, gently moving her gorgeous blond curls out of her eyes to wipe away the tears.

"thank you. i love you too" she says with a little smile.

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sorry for all the sad and depressing stories right now, but that's all i feel like i can write.

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