Tayvis Oneshots

VMAS surprise part 3

Idea from Dafuz82

Trigger warnings: mentions of abortion, blood

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TRAVIS POV:
Taylor has still been persistent on preforming her show tonight, but I think we both knew that it wasn't a good idea.

It hasn't even been 48 hours since she took the pills, and whether I agreed to it or not, she wasn't feeling great and it showed.

"I don't fucking care Travis. I'm going to do the show." She insisted, grabbing her bags for the stadium.

"No, you aren't. You can argue with me, but the second Tree hears this, we both know it's not happening." I reply, she rolls her eyes.

"Well I'm at least going to try. I don't want to randomly cancel a show, I am fine." She yelled, almost crying.

I helped her into the car, I gave up on convincing her to stay home, but I knew the second Tree saw the current state of her, she'd have the show canceled as soon as possible.

The entirety of the car ride, Taylor didn't speak, she sat there in an uncomfortable silence.

We finally got the stadium, I helped her out of the car, and she was clearly still in pain, both emotionally and physically.

TAYLORS POV:
I don't care what Travis said, I am fine. Sure I was in a lot of pain, but I've done shows while I'm sick, it would be fine.

"Hey Taylor, you alright?" I hear a voice from behind me say, realizing it was tree.

"What? Oh uh yeah, I'm fine." I reply, realizing I looked like I just rolled out of bed.

I was wearing a random old cat hoodie, black sweats, my hair was in a messy bun, and mascara smudged under my eyes.

"You don't look fine, are you sure you're not tired?" She pressed.

"I said I'm fine." I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Okay then." She sighs, walking out of the room, probably to go find Travis.

TRAVIS POV:
"Tree?" I shout, knowing she was already here somewhere. I knew Taylor wasn't going to tell her what was going on, so I was going to.

"Oh hey travis, you got a minute?" She asks as if she has a question.

"Yeah, actually I was just looking for you." I chuckle, she smiles.

"Is Taylor okay? I asked her how she was doing and she seemed like a mess, she yelled at me, her makeup was smudged, is she okay?" She asks.

"It's a lot. She.. well.. she got an abortion like 2 days ago. Whether or not she wants to admit it, she's in tons of pain both emotionally and physically." I explain. No

"Oh my goodness. Yes, I will definitely cancel the show, there's no way she can preform. She needs to rest." She says, going to find Taylor.

"Thank you, Tree." I nod.

TAYLORS POV:
I had just cleaned up the smudged makeup under my eyes when I hear tree come in.

"Hey." I mumble, trying to make myself look somewhat decent.

"Travis told me everything, you're not doing the show." She firmly says.

"But Tree." I insisted.

"No buts, go home, get rest, you're clearly in pain honey." She counters.

"So what? I've done shows on my period, while being sick? It's just like that. What's the big deal?" I ask, knowing she had already probably canceled the show.

"The big deal is your health. Your body isn't a good state to preform, Travis told me you're in tons of pain at home... imagine how awful it's gonna be on stage." She says.

"Tree, just please." I plead.

"No, the answer is no. I'm trying to keep you safe, I don't want you to overwork yourself." She demands, walking out of my dressing room.

"Hey." Travis says, walking into my dressing room. I was still mad. I was mad at Tree and mad at myself.

"What do you want?" I groan, i didn't want anything to do with anyone right now.

"I want to make sure you're okay." He replied, I guess he did have a good reason, but I didn't want to hear it, at least not right now.

NO ONES POV:
Even though Taylor was basically forced to go home and rest, she was still mad. She was mad at herself for making this decision.

She almost wish she had kept the baby now.

Travis brought her home and helped her to the couch and let her sleep for a while. Since it's only been 2 days since she took the pills she was still struggling with bleeding and horrible cramps.

TRAVIS POV:
A while later while I was cooking, I heard Taylor get up to use the bathroom.

"How ya doing babygirl?" I asked, popping some food in the microwave.

"Better, it doesn't hurt bad anymore, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick." She responded

A few minutes passed and then I heard Taylor call my name from the bathroom, so I just assumed she wanted some assistance.

"Travis, I'm not bleeding anymore."  She said as she wiped.

"What do you mean?" I asked, because the doctor told us she'd bleed and have cramps for at least a week.

"Like there's no blood anymore..." she mumbled.

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"I don't fucking know, but I think something's wrong... like maybe the pills didn't work all the way." She mumbled.

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