So High School

You fight, then you talk (pt2)

A/N Maya bishop core (iykyk)

TW

"Taylor?" Travis called as he entered the house. Usually his girlfriend would come running, eager to meet him. But not today.

He wandered around the house, calling her name. He wasn't too worried; she was probably just in her music room, or sleeping. She had been looking more tired recently, Travis then realised.

But as he entered the final room upstairs she wasn't there. Concern started to bubble in his chest as he shut the door and looked around worriedly. Suddenly he remembered; the gym. Immediately his worries were calmed, she was probably just working out and that was why she couldn't hear him.

He carefully pushed open the gym door, hearing some music playing. Taylor's playlist. He smiled, entering the room, but his face immediately dropped when he spotted her. Lying on the floor, unconscious, a cut on her forehead.

"Shit shit shit" Travis swore, dropping to his knees beside her unconscious body. His best guess was that she just fell of the treadmill.

"Taylor" he urged, tapping her cheek gently.
"Tay, sweetie, wake up" she started to stir, her eyelids fluttering. She squinted up as the light blinded her, Travis looking down worriedly.
"Baby? What happened?" Travis asked, concerned.
"I don't know" Taylor mumbled, but that was a lie. She knew full well what had happened.

Travis helped her sit up slowly, leaning her back against the wall. Taylor held her hand to her head, it was aching.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Maybe we should go to the hospital" Travis worried, his brow furrowed.
"No no, I'm fine" Taylor shook her head frantically; she did not want to go to the hospital.

To prove her point she attempted to stand up, using the wall to brace herself. However her plan backfired as she stumbled forwards into Travis's arms.
"You're obviously not fine, let's get you upstairs" Travis hooked his arms under Taylor's back and legs, carefully carrying her up the stairs.

She was set down on the sofa, and Travis disappeared off into the kitchen. He returned with a glass of water which Taylor took graciously, taking small sips.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Travis asked, placing his hand on Taylor's forehead to check for her temperature.
"I'm fine, I promise" Taylor managed a small smile.
"Taylor, you fainted. Did you just overwork yourself? Or are you sick" Travis asked. "When was the last time you ate?" Taylor shrugged, fiddling with the hem of the blanket.
"Taylor?" Travis asked in a worried but slightly wary tone.

"Like, three days? I don't know" Taylor refused to meet his eyes.
"Three days?! And you're working out?! Taylor, that's not safe" Travis sighed, concern still etched onto his face.
"I just need to lose weight, it's not that big of a deal" Taylor shrugged, her eyes still focussed downwards.
"Taylor..." Travis sighed sadly. "Okay, first I'm going to get you something to eat, then we're talking about this, okay?" He got up from the sofa, going into the kitchen. He made Taylor's favourite sandwich and one for himself, before going back into the living room.

The pair ate in silence, each time Taylor took a bite so did Travis. He kept smiling at her supportively, and although Taylor didn't want to eat the sandwich, she did for Travis.

Eventually they had both finished, and so they just sat in silence next to each other.
"Taylor? Can we talk about this?" The calmness was broken.

A/N cba to write anymore rn

Guysss I just found out that one of Taylor's exes (not saying who because I don't want to give out my location) was born in my town!

I've been so sick these last few days it's not even funny (still have to go to school tho)
I wouldn't wish migraines on my worst enemy (I get them like twice/ three times a week and they seriously make me wanna kms even more than I already do)