tayvis oneshots

loving him is red

taylor's pov:
i had just finished my eighth night in london, which meant i had almost 2 months of time to myself without having to worry about the tour.

i catch a ride back to my hotel that im staying at. i chose to just stay an extra night, i don't want to have bad jet lag during my break.

the second i get to the backseat of the car, i tap on travis's contact to facetime him. he would usually answer right away, but the phone continued to ring for a moment.

i sighed, realizing he wasn't going to answer right now, but i tried to not dwell on it. he's been at training camp the past couple weeks, and it's just been hard without him. i love him so much, and facetiming just isn't the same as falling asleep in his arms every night.

travis not being with me had really been taking a toll on my mental health. i know it's not good to be 'addicted' to my boyfriend, but whenever im around him i just feel so much more safe and at peace.

when he met me, i was in such an awful place mentally, but throughout the following months he's helped me get through so many different obstacles with his help.

i fear i'm begining to fall back into old habits. i caught myself scrolling through videos and videos
talking about my weight, or me being a bad role model. whenever i would do something like that, travis would make sure to stop me, but without him, i just felt weaker.

i quickly thank my driver before rushing back into my hotel room, i just want to get some rest. i open the door, and am greeted by a vase of flowers on the little front table.

hm? i definitely didn't put that there. maybe the staff was just being so kind. it left a small smile on my face as i went to my bedroom.

"oh my god! travis!! you're here!!" i shout, seeing travis sitting in my room, waiting for me. "you didn't tell me you were gonna be here? travis!" i exclaim, jumping up and down.

"i figured it would be nice to visit you, tree told me you weren't feeling yourself lately, so i decided to come for a visit." he smiled, giving me a big kiss on the lips.

"but what about your training camp?" i ask, i didn't want him to get in trouble because he was with me. "don't worry about it." he smiled, patting the spot on the bed beside him.

"did i get you in trouble?" i ask, i would feel terrible if i did. "no of course not, i already got permission from my coach. it's all good" he smiled.

"when do you need to go back?" i ask, i already miss him and he's only been with me for 10 minutes, "i have 2 days. it's not a lot, but it's definitely better than zero days, right?" he chuckles, playfully tickling me.

"true. anyways, what do you want to eat? i didn't eat before the show. i am starving" i laugh, opening the door to the refrigerator. "i'm good with whatever. i already some dinner earlier, but i can't say no to a good midnight snack" he chuckles, taking a pack of chips out of the cupboard.

"i'm just gonna make microwave mac and cheese." i say, filling the container up with water from the sink, then placing it in the microwave.

travis's pov:
"are you sure that enough babygirl? you just sang and danced for 3 and a half hours." i said. "yes. i will be fine travis. if i'm still hungry, i have other stuff too" she shrugs, pouring the little packet of cheese into the cup.

"alrighty then." i breath. "but please please make sure you're eating enough. tree said she's worried about you." i say, thinking back to the call me and tree had earlier this week.

"what? i'm fine. she really doesn't need to worry about me." she shrugs, taking a bite of her food. "well she is worried. she told me you've been avoiding eating any extra food and just overall not being the same." i mumble.

"so what if i loose some weight? i could use it." she says, mumbling the last bit of the sentence, as if she didn't want me to hear it. "what did you say babygirl?" i say with concern.

"it doesn't matter travis" she tenses up. "yes it does. i heard what you said, and it is definitely not true baby." i reply.

"do you see all this?" she says, lifting up her shirt, showing me the skin surrounding her stomach. "i do. and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it?" i breath.

"you're supposed to have that babygirl, it helps protect all of your organs." i sigh, i felt terrible that she felt the need to have a perfectly flat stomach. this world has awful and extremely unrealistic beauty standards.

"well i don't think it looks good. people keep saying i look pregnant..." she says, tears welling up in her eyes. "oh baby, no. you don't look pregnant, you look stunning. your body is perfect the way it is right now." i smile.

"i love your body so much, i think it's gorgeous. it helps you sing, dance, and preform for three whole hours. i think that's pretty impressive. you need to be a healthy weight to do that, yeah?" i ask, she slowly nods.

"yeah i guess so." she says. "good. now, will some cuddles help? you must be sore from preforming the past couple night?" i suggest, a small smile appearing on her face.

"how bout this? i'll get some snacks and candy, you turn on friends and we can just cuddle and watch tv all night long. sound good?" i suggest? she smiles, heading to the bedroom.

i grab her favorite snacks and pour them into dishes, along with some sweets. once i arrive in the bedroom, she's already changed into some comfier pajamas, settled in underneath the covers.

"you're cute." i laugh, her eyes just peeking up under the blanket. i settle down in bed beside her, pressing a kiss on her forehead before spooning her body in front of mine.

"i missed your cuddles." she smiles, i agree. whenever we would sleep together, every single morning we would cuddle, it became our little tradition.

"goodnight babygirl, i love you" i smile. "me too, i love you a lot travis" she says. "thank you for coming to see me tonight, i guess i did really need some time with you." she admits.

"of course. anytime babygirl, you just call and i will be here." i say before shutting my eyelids.

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