Tayvis OneShots

First Day

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TAYLOR'S POV

"Hey, Tay, could you watch the girls today? Something came up," Kylie says over the phone.

"Oh yeah, of course," I say, jumping into the car. I get to Kylie and Jason's house and the three girls run up to me. Wyatt, recently turned 13, still is so excited when she sees me. And Eliotte, the little 11 year old and Bennett is now 9. It's been a little while since I've seen them due to the eras tour and then being with my family in Tennessee. We all sit down on the couch and put on the Barbie movie as I start to make some popcorn. I hand each girl a bowl and Eliotte and Bennet start to eat. Wyatt puts her bowl to the side and stands up. She walks to the bathroom and I get a text a few minutes later.

Wyatt: can you come to the bathroom please?

I quickly text back a response.

Taylor: yeah of course sweetie give me one sec

I get off the couch and walk to the bathroom and gently knock on the door.

"Come in," Wyatt whispers. I open the door and Wyatt is sitting on top of the toilet with tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetie?" I ask kneeling in front of her.

"I think I got my period," Wyatt says hesitantly.

"Aw it's okay, let's get you cleaned up. Go run to your room and get some sweatpants and a clean pair of underwear. Come back and I'll show you what to do," I say gently rubbing Wyatt's leg. She nods and walks off to her room. She comes back a second later and I show her how to put the pad on the underwear and leave her to change. Wyatt comes back to the living room and sits down next to me.

"My stomach really hurts," Wyatt whispers. I nod and pull her closer, until Wyatt lays her head down in my lap.

"I know sweetie, we can check to see if your mom has a heating pad, but I'm not sure," I say. Wyatt nods. I run to Kylie's room and look all over the place. I come back a minute later, empty handed. "I'm sorry Wy, lemme text your mom and let her know the situation." Wyatt nods and lays her head back into my lap. I wrap my arm around her abdomen and lightly rub, hoping to soothe some of the pain. She falls asleep some time later and her sisters run off to their playroom.

Taylor: hey, ky, Wyatt just got her period and we were wondering if you had a heating pad or something.

Kylie: omg is she okay??

Kylie: also heating pads always make me miserable, i use ice, i'm sorry, do you need me to come home??

Taylor: no no, she's okay, i've got it under control, maybe just pick up a heating pad on the way home for her?

Kylie: okay, thank you so much tay, you're the absolute best, i'll be home in maybe 2 hours? 2 and a half?

Wyatt wakes up a few minutes later, groans and starts to cry.

"Hey, sweetie, shhh, it's okay, i'm right here, Wyatt, come sit in my lap, come here," I say. Wyatt sits up and leans into my lap as tears start to fall down her cheeks.

"I feel horrible. I'm nauseous, and my stomach hurts, I hate this," Wyatt says.

"I know, I know, your nausea is from the cramps, do you want some advil? Or tylenol?" I ask. Wyatt just silently nods into my shoulder. "Alright, well you're going to have to let me get up." Wyatt shakes her head and starts to cry harder. I sigh. "Eliotte! Could you come here for a second?" I shout. Eliotte comes running.

"Hi Auntie Tay! Is Wyatt okay?" She asks, concerned. I nod.

"She'll be okay, she's strong, could you grab my purse from the counter in the kitchen for me please?" I ask. Eliotte nods and runs back off. She comes back with my purse and then sprints back to Bennett. "Geez that girl has energy." I say to nobody in particular.

"She's so annoying," Wyatt mumbles.

"Why?" I ask rubbing Wyatt's back.

"She's always with Bennett. I know I'm only 2 years older than her, but she's best friends with Bennett. And they're like a team, and Mom and Dad are like a team, and nobody wants to be friends with me. My friends all dropped me last week. Everybody hates me," Wyatt says slipping off my lap but still sitting right next to me, now we are angled face to face.

"Well that's not true, I don't hate you. I'm on your team Wy," I say taking her hand.

"Yeah but you would pick Travis over me anyday. I'm fine Taylor. I know I'm the least favorite it doesn't affect me," Wyatt says.

"Well obviously it does. You're saying that everybody hates you right now," I say. Wyatt looks away and bites her lip. A few tears fall down her cheek and she sniffs.

"Everybody hates me, but I hate myself the most," Wyatt says pausing for a second before looking up at me.

"No, Wyatt. No. Don't do this," I say. Wyatt rips her hand away from mine and pulls her legs to her chest.

"No. No Taylor. It's true. I starve myself to look prettier, I hurt myself when life gets to hard, I lie about it so people don't worry. I lie about it so you don't find out. So you don't, because I know if you do, you're going to tell my mom, and I'm going to have go get help. And I don't want to get better, please, no. I just want to give up, nobody wants me here anyway," Wyatt says as tears start pouring down her cheeks. I don't say anything right away, just pull Wyatt into a tight hug as she starts to sob. We sit there for a minute, just in silence.

"Wy-Wy. So many people want you here. You have no idea how much you mean to me, your sisters, your parents, Travis, all of your friends," I say.

"Don't you get it? I have no friends," Wyatt whispers. I pull her into an even tighter and just let her cry.

"I won't tell your mom," I whisper into her ear after a second. She looks up at me with wide eyes.

"Bu-" Wyatt starts. I gently put my finger to her mouth.

"Shh, Wyatt if this stays between us you have to promise me that you will get better. You will send me daily meals, and send me pictures of your arms daily too, or call me and show me, either way I have to see it sweetie," I say.

"How'd you know it was my arms?" Wyatt says.

"You press down on your arms a lot, probably where your cuts are, you're trying to make yourself feel pain when you can't cut," I say. Wyatt looks up at me but doesn't say anything. We lay down on the couch, Wyatt curled up next to me, and she falls asleep after a few minutes in silence. "Geez this poor girl." I whisper. Kylie comes home a few minutes later and has a heating pad in arm.

"How is she?" Kylie asks, kissing the top of Wyatt's sleeping head.

"She's good, but I think you should tell her you love her more," I say brushing through Wyatt's hair. Kylie silently nods and sits down at the end of the couch. I carefully lean Wyatt into her lap and stand up. "She's a great kid Ky, appreciate that." I say before leaving.