Taylor Swift One Shots <3

Brazil pt2

ok so i looked it up and i'm so sorry for misinformation on the temperature inside the stadium cause it was actually 41°c (105°f) which is still insane but 60°c (140°f) is just straight up deadly. But you'll be happy to know i got a cute little mini thesaurus so my writing won't be plain 🎀

anyway enjoy pookies

Tree's POV

As Taylor came down from the stage lift she looked distraught, uncomfortable, sweaty and straight-up sickly. Though in her true Taylor fashion had her focuses set on her dancers and crew.

"Guys are you alright? You're wearing sleeves for gods sake! Go, go get into something that won't half-kill you!" She ushered Kam into his dressing room as she buzzed around the hot corridors.

"Taylor.." I reached out to touch her arm, quickly retracting my hand with a small yelp, I wasn't expecting her skin to be so hot.

"Tree, god how hot was it down here during the show-"

"Taylor. Go lay down and I'll get you a wet cloth. Call Travis. I have news for you."

Reluctantly Taylor shuffled to her dressing room, closing the door softly behind her. I sighed. The news I had for her would break her. I made a mental note to call Travis myself and keep an eye on her, just in case you know?

I grabbed a towel off of the rack we always brought and ran it to the bathroom to wet it. I squeezed the extra water from the towel and trotted back to Taylor's room, where I found her sitting against the couch, her head in her hands.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner," Her voiced cracked, Of course she already knew.

"I-I didn't want to break you sooner," I stuttered. Walking over to Taylor I lifted her head, her mascara ran down her cheeks and her lipstick was slightly smudged. Her foundation had streaks from where the tears had run, she sniffed before crying again. I put the wet towel aside and pulled her into a hug. Her body shook with each sob, and she wrapped her arms around me, gripping me tight.

"E-Excuse me," Taylor hiccuped, standing up, picking up the towel, and rushing off somewhere. Peaking my head out the dressing room door I saw her dash into the bathroom. Best leave her there, grief is a sad and overwhelming thing. She has to recover in her own time. Remembering my mental note from before I picked up Taylor's phone. Quickly punching in her password I tapped the contact with the name 'Travis 🧡❤️'

Travis's POV

I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing. The iconic intro to Blank Space filled the silence of my room. Grumbling, I grabbled for my phone.

'Tayprincess 🩷🩵'

I smiled remembering Rio was only two hours ahead of Kansas City, so the show must've just finished.

"Hi Tay!"

"Um, Travis. I-It's Tree."

Tree? Why was Tree calling from Taylor's phone?

"What happened?"

"Basically, inside the stadium it was hot, like 105°f hot. (41°c) And at some time during the show, a fan passed out, soon passing away and-"

"Taylor's a wreck?" I assumed. My voice was tight. I didn't mean to strain it, I also tensed my body. Worried. Concerned.

"Yes and I was just gonna ask if you could watch her the next few weeks? Maybe come down to Sāo Paulo?" (srry if i spelt that wrong btw)

"Tree i'll certainly do what I can but, my career calls too, I will be with her around Sydney-ish though," I tried proposing the idea of not being with Taylor while she recovered mentally, I knew she had her team, family, friends but she wouldn't have me.

"Of course, of course, just call her everyday if you can ok?" Tree shuffled around on the other end of the line and i heard chatter in the background.

"100% Bye now, watch out for Tay,"

"Always. Thank you Travis."

The other end went silent.

I sighed, putting down my phone, and tried to get some sleep.

Taylor's POV

My breaths came in sharp, quick bounces as I pulled my knees closer to my chest. Hyperventilating and crying on a toilet seat isn't ideal, but it was my current situation. I heard the door outside open and Tree walked in. I watched her heels as she strode over to the stall where I was.

"Here's your phone by the way, thought you might want to call someone," Tree slid my phone under the door.

"Don't go, I'm ok to come out now," I whimpered. I heard Tree turn around and I opened the door. I was met by the redhead as she pulled me into the tightest hug imaginable. I felt my face go hot again as I began to cry. Tree rubbed my back and whispered incoherently in my ear. "Ana was too young," My voiced cracked, and Tree pulled me closer.

A/N

hey so i'm leaving this at this i'm gonna do a part 3 soon expect it's currently 2am and i do like my sleep (even though i don't give myself any half the time) so i'll probably write it tmr since i'm doing nothing!

also last 2 days of the holidays so soon i'll be posting really irregularly because i won't be staying up (hopefully)

as always ideas/requests ->

and don't forget to comment and vote because it makes me really happy 😃

anyway hope y'all are happy cause i really wanna do some tayvis drama next 🥰🥰 (my goal is to spoil your mood 🥰🥰🥰)