TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

In The Middle Of The Night In My Dreams (reversed)

Travis' POV

I woke up gasping for air, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. The dream was still fresh, vivid, and absolutely horrifying.

Taylor was sitting at a dimly lit bar, her hand on his—Matty Healy's. That smirking British weasel, sipping his overpriced whiskey like he owned the place. And she was laughing at whatever pretentious nonsense he was saying, her eyes sparkling in that way that always makes my stomach flip. Only this time, it wasn't because of me.

I sat up, raking a hand through my hair. I couldn't shake the image of her leaning into him, her fingers brushing his arm. It was like someone had thrown gasoline on my jealousy and lit a match.

Beside me, Taylor slept peacefully, completely unaware of the chaos she'd caused. I stared at her for a moment, debating whether to wake her up. She looked so angelic, her hair splayed across the pillow, her breathing soft and steady.

But then I remembered the dream—Matty fucking Healy —and my blood boiled all over again.

"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath.

Taylor stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Travis?" she mumbled, her voice groggy.

"You've got some nerve," I said, crossing my arms.

She blinked at me, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You cheated on me," I said flatly.

Her brows furrowed. "What? I didn't—"

"In my dream," I clarified.

And that's when she started laughing.

Taylor's POV

At first, I thought he was joking. But when I looked at him—his arms crossed, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with some mix of hurt and anger—I realised he was serious.

"You're mad at me," I said slowly, "because of something I did... in your *dream*?"

"Damn right I am," he shot back, sitting up straighter. "And it wasn't just something, Taylor. You were with Matty."

That threw me for a loop. "Matty? As in my ex?"

He nodded, his expression grim, like he'd just uncovered some dark conspiracy. "Yeah. Him. You were laughing at his stupid jokes, touching his arm like I wasn't even in the picture."

I bit back a laugh, but it escaped as a snort. "Oh, come on, Travis. It was a dream. You can't be mad at me for something I didn't actually do."

"Can't I?" he countered, his voice rising slightly. "Because Dream Taylor was way too comfortable with that guy, and I'm not just gonna forget it."

I stared at him, equal parts amused and exasperated. "Travis, do you hear yourself right now?"

Taylor's POV

I knew how it sounded. Crazy. But the dream had felt so real, and seeing her with him—laughing like he was the funniest guy on the planet—had hit me harder than I cared to admit.

"Look," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "I know it's irrational, okay? But it's not just about the dream. It's the fact that it was *him*. Of all people, Taylor, it had to be Matty?"

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I didn't exactly pick the dream lineup, Trav."

"Still," I muttered, looking down at the sheets. "It just... messed me up. The thought of you with him, even in some stupid dream, makes me insane."

Her expression softened, and she reached out to touch my arm. "Travis," she said gently, "you know that's not real, right? Matty is part of my past. You're my present—and my future."

Her words hit me like a warm hug, but I wasn't ready to let it go just yet. "You're sure?" I asked, my voice quieter now.

"Positive," she said, smiling. "Dream Me made a mistake, but Real Me knows exactly who she wants."

Taylor's POV

I thought that would be the end of it, but apparently, Travis wasn't ready to let me off the hook.

"So... what was it about him?" he asked, his tone somewhere between teasing and genuinely curious. "Was it the accent? The hair? The tortured musician thing?"

I rolled my eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. "Oh, shut up."

He caught the pillow, grinning. "I'm serious! Dream Taylor seemed pretty into it. I need to know what I'm up against."

"You're not up against anything," I said firmly, leaning over to kiss him. "But if it'll help you sleep better, I'll tell Dream Matty to back off next time."

"Good," he said, his grin turning mischievous. "Because now I have to spend the rest of the day reminding you why I'm better than him."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, do you?"

"Yep," he said, pulling me into his lap. "Starting right now."

Travis' POV

I wasn't going to let some punk from her past—dream or not—mess with my head. If I had to remind Taylor why I was the guy she chose, so be it.

As I held her close, I whispered, "Just for the record, I don't care if he's got an accent or writes a million songs. You're mine, Tay. And no dream is gonna change that."

She laughed softly, her fingers brushing against my cheek. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe," I said, leaning in to kiss her. "But you love it."

And in that moment, I didn't care about Matty Healy, dreams, or anything else. All that mattered was her—and making sure she knew just how much she meant to me.  

A/N guys I think my bsfs annoyed at me cos I was singing bed chem really loudly in form when she was doing my hair so we could do that "wearing the same hairstyle so no one can tell us apart trend" ironically cos she's blonde and i'm brunette and also she said i ruined the song the real slim shady for her when i rapped that song so good kanye west would go die in a hole like i want him to  

requests - i have the other's ready to postttt