TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Braving The Night

A/N This was one of @wonderland13's ideas so thank youu I kinda forgot about it but found it in the drafts xx

A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS

I need to have a good long vent but I'll wait til the end of the chapter

I kinda made up a few random people just cos i'm a bit too attached to some of Travis' besties atp

Taylor's POV

Walking into the party, I feel like I'm stepping into someone else's world. Travis invited me, but when he got caught up in a pre-game thing and was running late, he encouraged me to go on ahead and meet everyone, saying he'd be right behind me. I tried to seem calm and collected about it, but the truth is, I don't know most of these people at all, and without him here, I feel way out of place.

I clutch my drink like it's a lifeline, hovering by the edge of the room while people laugh and chat in a blur around me. They're nice enough, smiling and waving as they pass, but I feel like I'm on the outside looking in, barely catching anyone's words over the music and chatter. I remind myself I've done this a million times—I've been in rooms full of strangers before. But right now, it feels different, raw, overwhelming.

As the minutes drag on, the knot in my stomach twists tighter. I'm acutely aware of how alone I am, waiting for Travis to walk in and break this weird tension that's been building inside me. The more I stand there, feeling like I don't quite fit, the more anxious I get. My heart starts to race, and suddenly, it's hard to catch my breath.

The edges of the room blur, and I start to feel dizzy. It's like everything's closing in on me, the noise, the people, the way they seem to fill every available space. My thoughts spiral, and I feel that creeping sensation of panic setting in. I have to get out of here.

I turn and leave without saying goodbye to anyone, pushing through the crowd until I make it to the front door. Once outside, I gulp in the cool night air, taking deep, shaky breaths. My hands are trembling, and I don't want to think about how this must have looked. Did anyone even notice? It doesn't matter—I just need to get out of here, away from all of it. I order a car, feeling small and shaken, and head back to my apartment.

Travis' POV

By the time I make it to the party, I'm already feeling the buzz from a couple of beers I had with the guys. I look around, scanning the room for Taylor, but she's not here. A couple of my friends say she came in earlier, so I figure she must've stepped out to make a call or something. No big deal.

One of my buddies hands me a drink, and before I know it, I'm sucked into conversation after conversation. I can't help but laugh and go along with the banter, caught up in the energy of the night. It's been a long time since I've just let loose with the guys, and it feels good.

But even as I'm laughing along with everyone, something feels off. I can't shake this weird nagging feeling, a little reminder that Taylor should be here with me. I excuse myself and check my phone, hoping for a text from her, maybe letting me know where she went. Nothing.

As I stand there, a vague unease starts to settle in my gut. I ask a few people if they've seen her recently, but everyone just shrugs, saying they thought she was with me. The pit in my stomach grows, and I decide to head out.

I get a ride back to her place, a little drunk, but more than a little worried. She always tells me when she's leaving early, so the fact that she didn't say anything... something must have happened.

Taylor's POV

I'm curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and watching some old movie that I'm not even paying attention to, when I hear the door open. I tense, instinctively, even though I know it's Travis. Part of me wants to pretend to be asleep so I don't have to talk about the night, about how I froze up, but the rest of me is still so rattled that I just can't hide it.

Travis stumbles in, looking confused and a little bleary-eyed. The moment he sees me, though, his expression shifts, and he comes over, sitting down on the couch beside me.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks, his voice thick from the drinks but full of concern. "Why didn't you stay at the party?"

I bite my lip, trying to find the words. "I, um... I don't know. It was just too much, I guess. I thought I'd be okay, but without you there... I kind of panicked."

The concern in his eyes sharpens, cutting through the haze of his buzz. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I'm sorry, Tay. I should have been there with you. I didn't know you'd feel like that—I should've thought of it."

I manage a weak smile, still feeling vulnerable. "It's not your fault. I thought I could handle it. I just... didn't expect to feel so out of place."

Travis pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me in that way that makes me feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch me as long as he's here. "You're not alone, you know. And I hate that you felt that way. Next time, you don't even have to think about going. We'll just do whatever makes you feel good, alright?"

I nod, leaning into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His words sink in, making me feel a little less fragile, a little more like myself. He holds me for a long time, just letting the silence between us be enough, and I realise that maybe I don't need to have everything figured out. Not when I have someone who'll be there for me, even when I'm at my most vulnerable.

*just a minor vent alert*

(there's a lot i want to say but can't)

So my bsf did this BMI thing where you enter in your height age gender and weight and it gives you it on a scale of the percentile thing and for teenagers 2 the mark for underweight and 91 is the mark for healthy weight. She got 94 and sent a screenshot of it on the group chat with me and two of my other friends so I naturally did it too. I got a 92 and literally had a mental breakdown about it because my dad had to put in average height and weight for the form for the school residential in February and let's just say it didn't match. I want to be skinny and pretty but at the same time am stuck in a loop where I don't think I'd manage to try loose some weight without my mum flipping.

I got out of a large toxic friend group last year and am now in a smaller one with 3 of the other people from it but all of the people from the old one keep on hating on me at every opportunity and no one seems to take anything I say or do seriously not even my best friend. I always feel like I'm the one left out in the friend group as they've all known each other for way longer and I just feel so done. Music is literally the only thing I can take joy out of these days.

On top of that, I'm a perfectionist and a control freak on a whole other level. I got 89.4% on my maths test and was upset about it cause everyone just expects me to be good at anything so I get no validation and feel like they're just waiting for me to fail and always expect the best of me. They'll get me to do their homework and stuff then treat me like absolute shit and make fun of my hair and stuff. Dance and hockey are the only two things I care about being good at and they're the two things I can't be. We've lost hockey matches all season and I'm in goal and I'm the one that's bad in all of the dances. I got moved to a different dance for cheer when all my friends weren't and everything is so stressful these days when everyone is telling you these are the best years to live in when all I want to do is grow up and be able to control everything more where I can get up really early and properly work out and choose to eat or not eat what I want. My family are the only things I really care about right now and I am just so sick of having the pressure of being the girl who's supposed to be good at everything.

I want to go to a new school and be able to reinvent myself as the person I want to be and change my whole personality and not get into drama so people might actually like me.