Tayvis Oneshots

Better than revenge

TAYLOR POV:
Tonight I'm preforming the final show of the eras tour. Im already feeling a mix of emotions. Yes, I'm happy, but I will certainly miss seeing my fans so often. But now I can spend more time with family, and start a family soon.

I have to leave for the stadium in 30 minutes, so I just need to straighten my hair, and then we should be good to go.

I was about to reach for my hair straightener, it's always on my bathroom counter since I use it almost every day.

But then I realized it wasn't there anymore. Weird. I don't remember moving it, but maybe I did and just forgot to put it back.

I go through the drawers and cabinets near the sink, hoping it would be in there. Nope. I found a bunch of random old toiletries and makeup though, but unfortunately I wasn't looking for lip gloss that expired it 2018.

I sighed as I looked in the cupboard above the toilet, since I high doubted it would be there. I really only kept pads and extra toilet paper in there, so the chances of finding my hair straighter weren't too high.

I gave up on trying to find it myself. Then I thought that maybe Travis had moved it for some odd reason, but I doubted it.

"Travis?" I helplessly called out from the bathroom.

"What's up, Tay?" He asks, his face has a smirk on it, I think he knows something.

"Have you seen my hair straightener? I can't find it." I complained, pointing out the mess of scattered shampoo bottles, razors, hair ties, and other stuff that was supposed to be organized in the cabinets.

"I don't know..." He shrugs, his voice is not honest though, he was definitely lying.

"Travis! Please tell me where it is, I need it for my show tonight." I begged.

"Nope." He grins mischievously.

"I hate you." I yelled back in a joking tone, I didn't hate him obviously, I was just really pissed at him right now.

"And I love your curls." He smiles, his hand playing with the ends of my dark blonde curls.

"Well I don't." I stared, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And it's my hair. My hair, my choice." I protested, he didn't budge though.

"But you're so gorgeous when your hair is curly, I love it." He says, beginning to untangle the ends of my hair.

"I don't care, I want my hair straightened!" I demanded, my tone more serious this time.

"Nope." He chuckled, leaving the bathroom.

I glance at my watch and realize I have to leave like right now. So I guess I'm having curly hair tonight.

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I preformed the show with my curls out and flowing, it felt good, but I did want some revenge on Travis now.

I decided to take the razor he used to shave his beard. I love his beard, but he continues to shave it, so I guess I'll just prevent him from doing so.

I took his razor and put it in my closet filled with way too many shoes, he never would think to look there.

TRAVIS POV:
I stepped out of the shower and got dressed into some comfy clothes, which reminded me to buy more hoodies because Taylor keeps stealing mine.

Next I needed to shave my beard a little. I went to grab my razor, but it wasn't there.

I looked around, but the only razors I could find was a bright pink one Taylor used to shave her legs, but she'd kill me if I borrowed that, plus that would be kinda gross too.

"Tay?" I called out from the bathroom, I could see her smirking on the bed, she knew.

"Where'd you put my razor?" I asked.

"Um I didn't touch your razor?" She shrugged, but we could both tell she wasn't being honest.

"Just tell me." I begged, and realized this was her revenge for me hiding her straightening iron.

"Uhh check the bathroom?" She suggested, she likes to think she's a good liar, but in reality she can't tell a lie without smirking the entire time.

"Tay, just give it to me!" I begged.

"Nope!" She said, popping the p-sound.

"You took my hair straightener, so I'm gonna take your razor now." She explained, acting like I wasn't already aware of this.

"But this is different!" I said, even though it really wasn't, it's just hair after all.

"How?" She questioned, folding her arms over her chest, knowing I didn't have an answer.

"Well uh, hm um, how would you feel if I took your razor?" I asked, she just looked at me like she was confused.

"Well, you don't have some odd obsession with my leg hair." She chuckled, because we both knew how much she liked my beard.

"True. But Taylor, please!" I begged one final time before I decided to give up.

"No. If I'm not aloud to straighten my hair, you can't shave your beard off." She declared.

"Fine then." I shrugged, knowing she'd probably cave in a day.

"Let's make it a challenge." She suggested, I nodded.

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Might do a part 2, I don't know yet though.

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