Tayvis One-Shots

period

Taylor's POV

It was supposed to be a simple outing. A quick trip to the store, just me, a hoodie, and sunglasses, with no one around to bother me. But of course, I was wrong. The moment I stepped into the bustling grocery store, it felt like the universe had other plans.

I'd been feeling off all morning, like something wasn't quite right, but I pushed through. By the time I was reaching for a bag of chips, the uncomfortable realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Oh no," I whispered to myself, glancing down at the edge of my hoodie and realizing the inevitable had happened.

I couldn't believe it. Of all the places for this to happen, it had to be here, in public, surrounded by people who would definitely recognize me if they saw me. Panic rose in my chest as I quickly assessed my options. The store wasn't exactly quiet, and I couldn't just leave, not looking like this.

I immediately turned around, pretending to browse the shelf in front of me, but all I could think about was getting out of there before anyone noticed. A sense of dread washed over me as I considered the mess I was in. It was only when I started to walk toward the exit that I realized the damage was worse than I thought. There was no hiding it now.

I needed to get out, but the crowd near the door was thick. I didn't even want to risk walking past someone who might glance my way.

Without thinking, I made a beeline for the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, no one noticed me slipping inside, but the second I was behind the door, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

I locked the stall door behind me and leaned back against it, my heart pounding in my chest. My fingers fumbled for my phone, and I dialed Travis's number, praying he'd pick up. He always made me feel like everything would be okay, even when I was in a mess like this.

"Hello?" Travis's voice came through, a little groggy, like he'd just woken up.

"Travis, I- oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," I started, trying to keep my voice steady, but the panic was rising again. "I need help."

"Wait, what? What's going on?" he asked, sounding more awake now.

"I'm at the store, and-" I paused, unsure of how to explain the situation. "I leaked. Like, I didn't realize it until it was too late, and now I'm stuck in a bathroom stall, and-" I cut myself off with a frustrated groan. "I'm such an idiot."

"Babe, hey, hey, it's okay," he soothed, his voice now full of concern. "You're okay. Just breathe. Are you alone?"

"Yes," I muttered. "I'm the only one here right now, but... Travis, I don't even know what to do. I'm freaking out."

He let out a soft chuckle, clearly trying to lighten the mood, but his concern was still palpable. "Well, first of all, you're not an idiot. Periods suck, and it's not your fault. I can come help you if you want. What do you need? You're in the bathroom, right?"

"Yes, I'm locked in a stall," I sighed, holding my phone against my ear. "I don't know if anyone saw me, but I don't think they did. I just... don't know what to do."

"Okay, listen to me," Travis said, his voice a grounding force. "You're going to take a deep breath, and I want you to text me your address. I'll bring you some clothes, and we'll get you out of there without anyone noticing. It's gonna be okay, I promise."

I could hear him moving around on his end, probably looking for his keys.

"You're really gonna come?" I asked, my heart still racing but calming just a little at the thought of him coming to help.