So High School: Tayvis Oneshots

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TW

Taylor sat in the bath, her head rested back. She wasn't sure what it was, wasn't sure why, but recently she had been feeling so tired, like she had the weight of the world pressed on her shoulders. Everything was so loud, her brain. She just wanted peace.

She glanced towards the bathroom door, seeing it shut. Not locked though, never locked. Ever since that one night, almost a year ago now, Travis wouldn't let her lock the door.

"Taylor?" He called, knocking on the door. "I need your opinion of which shirt to buy" no reply as Taylor lay motionless under the water.
"Taylor?" He knocked again, trying the door handle.
"Taylor? Is the door locked? Can you come and open it please?" Worry slipping into his voice, squeezing his chest.
"If you don't come and open the door in going to have to break it down!" His voice was shaking now, panic gripping him.

He stepped back then barged into the door. It swung open with ease, sending him stumbling into the bathroom. It was silent, no signs of life. His eyes flitted around the room, eventually settling on the bathtub.

"Shit!" He screamed, stumbling forward. He fell to his knees, his hands plunging into the now cold bath water. Wrapping his hands around Taylor's forearms he pulled her up, praying with all her might that she would wake up. That she would be okay.

Her head lolled to one side in a way that made him want to puke as he shook her, her body still lifeless. The grey t-shirt she was wearing clung to her cold body. He pulled her out the bath, setting her on the tiles. His cheek to her mouth, nothing. His fingers under her jaw, nothing. He grabbed his phone, quickly dialling 911 before he placed both hands on her chest, starting the compressions.

She slid down the bath, her head resting in the water. She slowly leant it back, sighing as the water lapped over her face. She plunged under, the coolness embracing her with warm arms.

It felt so nice, everything was quiet. Her thoughts were gone, the outside noise silenced. She closed her eyes, relaxing into nothingness. She could feel her chest start to constrict, growing tighter from the lack of oxygen. If felt nice, free.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Travis burst in, calling Taylor name.
"Taylor?" His eyes flicked to the bath and he gasped, rushing over. "Shit! Taylor!" He grabbed her forearms, lifting her out the water. Taylor opened her eyes, coughing as she gasped for air.

"Taylor!" He cried, his face a mix of emotions. Taylor couldn't quite read what he was thinking as she looked up at him sheepishly. Still holding her arms, he helped her up and lifted her out the bath. Without a word he grabbed one of their white towels and wrapped it around her shoulders, leading her to the bedroom.

The silence was deafening as he handed her some joggers and one of his tshirts, heading back into the bathroom to change out of his wet clothes too. Taylor dried herself off, slipping into the clothes Travis had given her. She sat at the vanity, brushing through her wet, curly hair.

She looked into the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. Her skin was pale, the bags under her eyes more prominent than ever and her eyes a murky grey colour. She thought she was doing better; she had noticed changes in her appearance, in the way she acted. Changes that she hasn't seen before. She was convinced that therapy was helping, but maybe she was wrong?

The bathroom door slowly creaked open and Travis stepped into the bedroom, completely avoiding her eyes. He headed over to his chest of drawers, his head down. Taylor watched him for a couple of seconds before taking a deep breath and opening her mouth.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked, her voice soft, small.
"No" Travis said, not turning round.
"Are you sure? You're kind of acting like you are-" she was cut off by Travis spinning around, his eyes bloodshot and his cheeks damp.

"Am I mad? No. Am I disappointed? Yes." His face was hard and Taylor flinched back at his tone, her eyes wide.
"I'm sorry, I-" she started.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it Taylor, why did you do that? I've told you time and time again to come and talk to me, BUT YOU NEVER DO" his voice had risen in volume, the bedroom filling with his shouts.

"YOU'RE RIGHT, I DON'T. AND MAYBE I HAVE A GOOD REASON NOT TO; IF THIS IS HOW YOU ACT, HOW AM I EVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO TALK TO YOU?" Taylor yelled, now standing, her hands balled in fists.
"WELL YOU DIDN'T COME TO ME. THATS THE REASON WHY I'M ACTING LIKE THIS, IF YOU HAD COME TO ME I WOULD'VE BEEN ABLE TO HELP!" He saw the look on Taylor's face, and his expression softened.

"I'm sorry, okay? I know I didn't come to you, and I'm sorry. But how could I have come to you when I didn't even know how I was feeling? I wasn't going to kill myself Travis, I'm better now" her voice was small again, tears running down her cheeks. Travis sighed, sitting down next to her and pulling her into him. She buried her face in his chest, silently sobbing into it.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm probably overreacting. I'm just scared, scared that it going to happen again and... And I won't be able to save you" he sniffed, thinking back to that night. "I'm always worried about you, you never talk to me anymore. We're a team Taylor, you need to tell me when you're struggling. I'll help"
"I will, I'm sorry" Taylor mumbled, her voice muffled by the fabric.

"Hey, don't apologise. I love you, you know that baby?" He leant down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She pulled her face out from his t-shirt, looking up and him.
"I love you too" she whispered, a light smile on her lips.

A/N school tomorrow I'm gonna kms