Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

don't leave me (pt 2)

wasn't going to do a part 2 but i felt bad for what i did to you guys so here you go

Travis' POV

"So Patrick, how have you found all of the newcomers to the team this year?" The interviewer asked, and Patrick smiled as he answered.

I felt something start to buzz in my pocket and looked down, realizing I'd left my phone in my jacket before coming on the show. Glancing around, I peeked inside my pocket just to check who was calling. Taylor. I frowned, suddenly worried. She'd known I had an interview tonight, so if she was calling, something was very wrong.

"Travis?"

"I'm sorry." I apologized, taking my phone out. "I know this is very unprofessional but it's my wife and if she's calling it's probably an emergency." Not waiting to be told it was okay, I answered the phone and held it up to my ear. "Baby?" I murmured quietly.

"Travis." Taylor sobbed in my ear. "Travis I know you're on air right now but can you please come home, I'm so scared." She sounded terrified, crying uncontrollably. "I'm sorry but I'm so scared Travis I need you."

"No baby, of course, I'm on my way." I stood up, immediately moving off stage without a glance towards the interview I was leaving. I didn't care. Nothing was more important. "Are you in danger?" I asked as I quickly unhooked my mic, handing it off to someone and moving quickly through the backstage.

"No." Taylor sobbed. "No I'm not. I had a really bad nightmare."

"Okay baby, it's okay." I soothed, grabbing my things and pushing out the back door. "I'll be home in twenty minutes, and I want you to just lie down and count your breathing for me. Just see if you can calm yourself down, and I'll be there as soon as possible."

I drove home as quickly as I could without running the risk of being pulled over, just wanting to get home to my wife. She'd sounded absolutely terrified, and even though it had only been a nightmare, if she'd called to ask me to leave something like that, it was serious. Taylor didn't ask for something unless she really needed it, and I knew that, which was why I was rushing.

When I got home, I kicked my shoes off, pulled my jacket off, and almost ran down to our bedroom. Taylor was balled up on the bed, hyperventilating, crying. I immediately rushed to her, getting up on the bed and wrapping my arms around my wife. She cried harder, flinging her arms around my neck and clinging to me as tightly as she could. I hugged her close, pulling her shaking body into my lap.

"I'm here baby, I'm here, it's okay." I murmured as I rocked her gently back and forth, knowing she'd just need reassurance while she calmed down. "I'll always be here okay? I'll never leave you."

I continued whispering to her, rocking her as she cried, soaking the front of my shirt with tears. Taylor cried for a long time, but eventually she started to calm down slightly. I started to rub her back slowly up and down as she sniffed and hiccupped, starting to slow her tears. 

"You died." Taylor whispered after a long time. "You were watching me perform on tour and you had a seizure and died. I couldn't save you." 

"Oh, baby." I murmured. "Baby it's not real. I know it's scary but it was just a nightmare. I would never leave you baby."

"I thought it was real." She hiccupped. "I woke up and at first I didn't remember you were at the interview and I thought you were gone and I panicked and I thought I was alone."

"You're never alone my love." I kissed the top of her head. "Never. I know it's scary but it's all just a nightmare and I will always be here."

Taylor nodded, sniffling as she moved to bury her face in my neck. I continued to hold her as she sniffed occasionally, obviously just needing the close contact to start feeling better about her nightmare. I understood. A few times I'd had terrible nightmares about something bad happening to Taylor and she'd had to take care of me when I'd woken up. I knew it hit her even harder because she was always terrified of losing people more than most.