Daylight~ Tayvis Oneshots

Let Me Take Care of You(Taylor's Version)

Sorry for any typos<3

Summary: the same as my "Let Me Take Care of You." Chapter but the roles are reversed. Taylor gets sick and tries to hide it from Travis and, while she's a little better at it, he still catches on.

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Taylor blinked tiredly as she awoke from her sleep. Immediately, she felt nauseous.

She gently pushed her head up from Travis' chest, her eyes scrunching while they tried to get accustomed to the light.

Travis had a game today and Taylor was super excited to go. It had been decided that she wouldn't go to any away games, as it was best for her safety. So she didn't wanna waste any time during the games she could go to, so she could be his own personal cheerleader in person. And she knew Travis liked having her there.

A sharp pain shot through her head and she groaned quietly, trying not to wake up Travis.

Feeling a rush of nausea wash over her, he quickly, but quietly, got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.

She ran inside and fell to her knees in front of the toilet right in time, before she felt the bile start to rise up in her throat.

"Fuck." She rasped out afterwards, trying not to freak out from throwing up and accidentally wake Travis up.

After staying by the toilet for a few more minutes incase she threw up again, Taylor stood up and went over to the sink, to brush her teeth quickly and get back into bed like nothing happened.

When she opened the door, Travis appeared to be asleep still. Taylor slowly tiptoed back over to the bed and tried to get in, but as she slowly sat on the bed, Travis groaned and his eyes fluttered open.

"Tay?" Travis groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "Where did you go?"

"I had to go to the bathroom. Go back to sleep, baby." Taylor mumbled.

Travis held his arms out so Taylor could climb in and she chuckled, slowly sliding between his arms. He tightened his grip around her and sighed, his breath starting to even out.

Taylor looked at him with a soft smile, content in just watching him breathe in and out instead of falling back to sleep.

But eventually she did, and the next time she woke up, it was Travis walking out of the bathroom, fully dressed. "Morning, baby! It's game day!" He smiled, his eyes crinkling.

Taylor rubbed the sleep out of her eyes to focus on Travis more clearly. "I know. When do you have to be there?"

"Three." Travis replied. "So I thought we'd eat some breakfast and cuddle on the couch for a while. That sounds fun!"

Taylor winced a little at the loudness of his voice, her head throbbing in pain. Travis can get pretty loud when he's happy about stuff, Taylor doesn't usually mind it, happy that he's happy, but it's a little painful when you've already got a blaring headache.

"You okay, baby?" Travis asked, noticing the wince.

"I'm fine." Taylor replied. "Breakfast sounds great. Why don't you order some though, I don't wanna cook and you shouldn't be allowed to cook."

"Hey." Travis frowned, playfully. "I guess you're right. I'll meet you downstairs." He said, giving her a quick kiss on the head before leaving the room.

Taylor let out a groan when the door closed, putting a hand to her head and laying back.

"Stupid fuckin' headaches." She groaned quietly to herself. She sat there for a few more seconds before forcing herself out of bed. She headed to the bathroom to see if she had some Tylenol in there.