TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

In The Middle Of The Night In My Dreams

Taylor's POV

I woke up angry. Not just annoyed or slightly irritated—angry. My heart was pounding, my fists were clenched, and I could barely contain the scowl plastered on my face.

I turned over in bed, and there he was. Travis, snoozing peacefully, his mouth slightly open, one arm draped over his pillow like he didn't have a care in the world.

How could he sleep so soundly after what he did?

The memory of the dream flashed through my mind, reigniting the fire. There he was, sitting at a fancy rooftop bar, laughing with some leggy brunette in a red dress. Her laugh was obnoxiously loud, her hair perfect, her hand on his arm—my man's arm.

And the worst part? Travis was eating it up. Grinning, flirting, leaning in close like they shared some big secret.

I sat up, arms crossed. "Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath.

Travis stirred beside me, groaning as he stretched. He blinked a few times, his sleepy eyes finding mine. "Morning, babe," he said, his voice raspy and warm.

I glared at him.

"What?" he asked, confusion clouding his face.

"You know what," I snapped, climbing out of bed and storming toward the bathroom.

Travis' POV

I woke up to a vibe. Not a good one.

Taylor was sitting up, arms crossed, glaring at me like I'd just insulted her entire discography. I blinked, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Morning, babe," I said cautiously.

Her eyes narrowed like she couldn't believe I had the audacity to speak. Then she got out of bed and stomped off to the bathroom without another word.

"What the—" I muttered, running a hand over my face.

Something was definitely wrong. I replayed the last 24 hours in my head. Did I leave my socks on the floor again? Forget a lyric to one of her songs? Accidentally eat the last of her favourite ice cream?

I got out of bed and knocked lightly on the bathroom door. "Tay? What's going on?"

She flung the door open, her eyes blazing. "What's going on?!" she repeated, her voice rising. "You cheated on me!"

I froze, my jaw dropping. "What? I would "never—"

"In my dream," she clarified, her hands on her hips.

Oh.

Taylor's POV

He just stood there, blinking at me like I was the crazy one. "It was a dream, Tay," he said slowly, like he was explaining basic maths to a child. Or maybe just me.

"I know it was a dream, Travis," I snapped, pacing the bedroom. "But it felt real. You were there, flirting with some woman like I didn't even exist!"

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Babe, come on. I can't control what Dream Travis does."

"Well, maybe you should!" I shot back, pointing a finger at him.

He threw his hands up. "What do you want me to do? File a complaint with the dream police?"

His sarcasm only made me angrier. "You don't get it," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "It wasn't just about the flirting. It was how... how into it you looked. Like you didn't even care about me."

His expression softened immediately. "Tay..."

Travis' POV

Okay, so at first, I thought this was hilarious. Who gets mad over a dream? But seeing Taylor's face, the way her eyes glistened like she was genuinely hurt, made me feel like the biggest idiot on the planet.

I stepped closer, gently taking her hands in mine. "Babe, listen to me. Dream Travis is an idiot, okay? He's got no sense. But Real Travis?" I placed a hand over my heart. "Real Travis is so in love with you it's borderline ridiculous."

She looked up at me, her lips pressed into a stubborn line. "You mean that?"

"Of course I mean that," I said. "You're my everything, Tay. There's no leggy brunette in the world who could turn my head—not even in a dream."

She finally cracked a small smile, though she was clearly trying to stay mad. "You'd better hope Dream Travis gets his act together," she muttered.

I laughed, pulling her into a hug. "I'll have a word with him. Promise."

Taylor's POV

I let him hold me, the warmth of his arms melting my lingering irritation. It was stupid, I knew that. But sometimes your brain plays tricks on you, and all you need is for the person you love to remind you that they're yours.

"Fine," I said, leaning into his chest. "But if I have another dream like that, we're having a serious talk."

"Deal," he said, kissing the top of my head. Then he pulled back, grinning down at me. "So... who was this brunette? Was she at least, like, a little ugly?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up. "She was gorgeous, obviously. But nowhere near as gorgeous as me."

"Obviously," he said, leaning down to kiss me.

And just like that, the fight—if you could even call it that—was over. Because at the end of the day, Dream Travis might have been an idiot, but Real Travis? He was mine.

A/N GUYS I FEEL LIKE MAKING DREAM TAYLOR CHEAT ON DREAM TRAVIS IN A DREAM WITH DREAM MATTY FOR SOME KARMA FOR EL TRAVADOR

soz I just said dream a lot 

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