Tayvis Oneshots

VMAs surprise

Trigger warnings: throwing up

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TAYLORS POV:
I woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning, I felt like shit, and it was quite obvious. My head pounded and ached, and I felt incredibly nauseas.

Even though it was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment, I knew I needed to get up and start functioning. I swung my legs over my side of the bed, pressing a hand to my head as I made my way to the bathroom.

The second I stood up, the nausea become about a million times worse, and before I knew it, my head was over the toilet bowl throwing up the contents of my stomach.

"Gross." I mumbled to myself, cleaning my mouth up. I threw my dirty clothes into my hamper, changing into a pair of grey sweatpants and one of Travis's shirts.

"Good morning beautiful." Travis greeted me at the bottom of the stairs. "I made you waffles, chocolate chip and blueberry." He smiles, the sweet aroma of them is strong but didn't help my still nauseous stomach.

"I threw up. I don't wanna eat." I mumbled, leaning onto his warm chest.

"Are you sick? Can I get you something to drink baby?" He offers, getting a glass cup out of the cupboard.

"I don't know, my head hurts a ton though. Maybe it's just a migraine." I suggest, he hands me a cup filled with Diet Coke, my favorite drink.

"Thanks." I smile, holding on to the cup with both my hands, taking a sip.

"Do you want me to tell tree that you probably can't go tonight then? Getting sick at an awards show would suck." Travis, asks.

"Oh shit. I forget all about that." I murmur, glancing at my phone to check the time.

"It's fine. I'll go, I think it's just a bad migraine, I still have hours till I need to be there." I declare, I didn't have to be ready until 7, and it was currently still 11am, which gives me 8 full hours to recover.

"Got it. Let me know if you need anything babygirl" Travis smiles, placing a kiss on my cheek.

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The rest of the late morning continues, and luckily all my symptoms lifting. My stomach was back to normal, my head hardly hurt. I didn't know what the source of the pain was, I'm just glad it's over.

By the time I was completely back to normal it was only 5, which left me with 2 hours to spend with Travis without worrying about the show.

"Travis!" I smile, lying down beside him in bed, resting my head on his shoulder.

"What's up baby? Feel any better?" He asks, I nod.

"I'm fine now, I don't know what that was." I shrug, now practically laying on top of him.

"Well I'm glad to hear that. Now, before you leave, you've gotta eat something, okay?" He lightly demands, lifting me off of him so we can go to the kitchen.

"C'mon, let's go eat." He smiles, taking my hand as we walk down the stairs together.

"Any request?" He asks, opening the fridge doors, scanning the shelf's for food.

"I want pickles and ice cream." I blurt out, grabbing the jar of pickles out of the fridge.

"Baby? You don't like pickles? And with ice cream?" He chuckles, but it seriously sounded delicious right now. I was craving it so badly.

"Alrighty then. Whatever makes you happy. Happy wife, happy life." He laughs, handing me an ice cream scooper.

After eating my interesting meal of pickles and chocolate ice cream and watching a couple episodes of greys anatomy I realize it's almost time to go.