Taylor POV
I woke up to the other side of the bed empty which told me that Travis had left for practice already. I roll over, quickly regretting that decision when my head instantly starts throbbing.
I place my hand over my head to try and stop the pain but i am met with the realization that, that doesn't work. Annoyed that i have so much to do today i pull myself out of bed and go get in the shower.
I have always taken pride in the fact that i was such a hard worker my whole life, I rarely canceled a show and i always showed up to my meetings, i always put a hundred percent of myself into everything that i do and that never stopped even when i was sick.
Once out of the shower i put on sweatpants and then a professional top so when i was in the video calls for meetings i looked okay.
Normally i would eat breakfast and then start my work for the day but i knew that i wouldn't be able to keep down any food that i put into my body so i skipped breakfast.
As the day passed my headache only grew stronger and my whole body started to ache. My legs became heavy, my eyes were on fire and my throat was itchy.
I slowly look up from my computer to see Travis walk through the door with a smile until he sees me and then his smile fades
"Taylor are you okay?" He asks as he walks towards me and places his hand on my forehead
"Yeah i'm just doing some work" I tell him
"You look sick baby like really unwell"
"Well thank you for the confidence boost" I try to laugh but it only hurts my throat
I go to get up to hug Travis but as soon as i am stood the world starts to spin and i quickly place myself back down in the chair to regain my eye sight.
"Okay now i know your sick because you are only half dressed, turn the work off and come to bed"
I slowly shake my head "I have to finish this i have barely done any work today" I complain
"Yeah because you are sick"
Travis walks up the stairs, im assuming to get changed and have a shower
Travis POV
I have no idea why Taylor lies about being sick all the time, it is a dead giveaway as soon as she is sick because she doesn't get dressed every time.
I quickly shower myself and get into comfy clothes before grabbing one of my hoodies out of the wardrobe and heading back down to Taylor. By no surprise she is still sitting at the desk trying her hardest to focus.
I walk over to her and close the laptop which earns me a dirty look from her
"Why'd you do that?" She asks
"Because it is time for you to rest" I answer
I take both her hands in mine and slowly pull her up so she is standing in front of me before carefully taking her top off and replacing it with the Hoodie that is way to big for her but she always takes it from me.
"Sweet girl you are so sick" I whisper on her head as i kiss her gently
"I can't be sick i have to much to do" She complains as she leans into me
"We can figure that out later but now you need to rest, bed or couch?" I ask
"What room are you going to do work in?" She asks
"Bed or couch?" I repeat, knowing she wants to be close as she always does when she is sick
"Bed" she whispers
I gently place my hands on the top of her thighs and pick her up so her legs loosely wrap around my waist and her head rests against my shoulder. I walk up the stairs and place her into bed before placing the covers over her and moving to close the curtains
"Take this baby" I hand her medicine
I walk around the other side of the bed and climb in before pulling Taylor into me
"I will get you sick" She tries to push away
"I don't care" I state before bringing her even closer
i look down to see her eyes closed as her head lays upon my chest.
"I had a really good song to finish today though" she whispers
"I will help you with it tomorrow" I kiss her hair
"You can't help silly, You can't play the piano" she lightly laughs but then groans in pain
"Sleep time princess"
Soon enough i feel Taylor fall asleep on me and i hear her breathing even out.
