Tayvis OneShots

Touch Her And You Die

TW: sexually assault/assault + bad words (more than normal) (711 words)

requests!! ->

a/n: i also debated calling this "I Love You I'm Sorry"

TRAVIS' POV

"The paparazzi look crazy," Tay quietly whispers looking out the window. I rub her back and she turns to look at me. She laughs and kisses me.

"They always are for my beautiful girl," I say. Tay looks up at me and smiles. She's wearing a short blue dress and it looks stunning with her blue eyes. We climb out of the car and start to walk towards the restaurant. We look down at the ground as we walk when I see someone reach their hand towards Tay and she whips her head around. I grab her around the waist and pull her behind me.

"Are you okay?" I ask quietly. She slowly nods.

"He grabbed my butt," Taylor whispers. My face falls and I kiss the top of her head, ignoring anyone watching or taking pictures.

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you!" I yell. The photographer looks me dead in the eye.

"Well she was asking for it in that dress," He says.

"So you think she shouldn't be wearing the dress? It's a dress, that she looks gorgeous in, she isn't asking for anything, she is trying to live her life and people like you are why she's scared to go anywhere," I yell.

"Maybe she should just dress more appropriately, she shouldn't be showing off like that, it's inappropriate," The photographer says. I turn to Tay who has tears in her eyes.

"Maybe you should stop talking shit about people you don't know, maybe it's Taylor's choice about what to wear, not your's or the medias," I say. I know Tree will probably kill me but I can't just let him stand there and talk about Taylor.

"It's not like she's showing anything off, look at her," The photographer mumbles, but I hear him just as loud.

"What the hell? First you are the one who grabs her, assaulting her, and then you talk shit about what she's wearing, and then you say she doesn't look good? You're not really helping your opinion here," I say.

"Maybe you should be the one talking about her, she's the one who goes guy to guy every other week, the slut, the whore, she's just another popstar, she's no different than the others, she'll get old sometime soon, everybody will start to hate her sooner or later. And you'll be the guy dating the fat ugly slut." The photographer says. My jaw drops open but Tree pulls me away before I can say anything else. I turn and grab Taylor's hand as we walk in. We sit down at a booth as Tay starts to sob into my arms. Tree sits down across from us.

"Travis. You cannot go off on someone like that. You're going to get canceled. Or Taylor will. Both of your reputations cannot handle that. You're acting unhinged and you need to think before you talk." Tree says.

"Tree, he grabbed Taylor's butt. I'm not going to let him walk all over her. He called her horrible things Tree, that you probably didn't hear." I say running my hand across Tay's cheek cooling her down a little. Tree looks down and I know she only heard my side, everything I said to him. Tree nods and slowly pulls out her phone to make some calls. Taylor slowly sits up looking at me.

"I'm sorry," Taylor says. I pull her a little away and shake my head.

"For what? The paparazzi isn't your fault, nothing he said was true, I don't know why he said it but you don't deserve it baby," I say running my fingers through her hair.

"I hate it," Taylor says after a minute. "I hate it so much. I hate that people call me ugly and fat, it makes me think of 2014, and you know what happened then. I hate when people call me a slut or a whore, it makes me feel so bad about myself. I hate it Travis and I love you!" Taylor says angrily.

"What?" I ask.

"God! I love you, I'm sorry!" Taylor says burying her face into my arms.

"Hey, Tay sweetie, it's okay, it'll be okay, I'm right here, and I'm never leaving you." I whisper.