TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

No Christmas Missed (Reversed)

A/N I WOKE UP AND ITS CHRISTMAS AND THIS FIC HAS 100K VIEWS THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL
GUESS WHO GOT RAFOAMP, EVERMORE AND MIDNIGHTS VINYLS FOR CHRISTMAS 
MY MUM ALSO GOT ME A GOLD SNAKE CLAWCLIP AND SHE SAID ITS REP CODED AND THATS WHY SHE GOT IT IM SO HAPPY AND PROUD OF HER

I just started two new fics called Not Yours and Mother is Mothering. They're proper stories and I've just posted a prologue for them both. Mother is Mothering is going to be a book about Taylor and Travis starting a family together and Not Yours is about when they Tay and Travis first met if Taylor was pregnant with Matty Healy's baby and she didn't know. Anyways go check them out xx

NEXT CHAPTER IM HAVING A VENT IVE DECIDED BUT CHRISTMAS IS NOT THE TIME TO PROJECT MY ISSUES ONTO OTHER PEOPLE OR THINK ABOUT WHAT I DONT HAVE

HOW HAS THIS FIC GOT ANY VIEWS WHEN IM IN MY FLOP ERA 

Taylor's POV

I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. My head was pounding, my throat was on fire, and I could barely keep my eyes open. But the sound of soft Christmas music playing downstairs reminded me of where I was: home, surrounded by family, on Christmas morning.

This was supposed to be perfect. A whole day of laughter, presents, and traditions. I couldn't ruin it by admitting I felt like death warmed over.

I forced myself out of bed, throwing on a festive sweater that I hoped would distract everyone from how pale I looked. As I shuffled into the kitchen, I found Travis already there, sipping coffee and chatting with Donna and Andrea. His face lit up when he saw me.

"There's my Christmas girl!" he said, wrapping an arm around me and kissing the top of my head.

"Morning," I croaked, immediately wincing at how awful I sounded.

"Whoa." He pulled back, studying me. "You okay?"

"Just morning voice," I lied. "I'm fine."

But Travis wasn't buying it.

Travis's POV

Taylor was the worst liar. Her voice sounded like gravel, and she looked like she hadn't slept in a week. I didn't want to push her too hard, but something was definitely off.

"Alright," I said, playing it cool for now. "Let's get some coffee in you."

She smiled weakly and sat down, but I noticed she barely touched her mug. She kept shivering, even though the fireplace was blazing.

When the kids started opening their presents, Taylor sat on the couch, her usual excitement dimmed. I knew she loved watching Wyatt and Eliotte unwrap gifts, but today she was quiet, just sitting there with a blanket wrapped around her.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Babe," I said, crouching in front of her. "What's really going on?"

"I'm fine," she whispered, but her eyes betrayed her.

I pressed the back of my hand to her forehead, and sure enough, she was burning up.

"You're not fine. You're sick," I said firmly.

"I can't miss Christmas," she protested, her voice cracking. "It's your family's Christmas, Travis. I don't want to let anyone down."

"Taylor," I said softly, cupping her face. "You being okay is more important than anything else. Come on, let's get you upstairs."

Taylor's POV

I wanted to argue, but the concern in Travis's eyes made me stop. I didn't want to ruin the day for everyone, but I couldn't pretend anymore. I let him help me upstairs, each step feeling like it took all the energy I had left.

When I finally collapsed onto the bed, Travis tucked me in like I was the most fragile thing in the world.

"I'll be back," he promised, kissing my forehead.

I expected him to rejoin the family, but a few minutes later, he came back with a tray of tea, soup, and a small stack of gingerbread cookies.

"You didn't have to do all this," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course I did," he said, sitting beside me. "What kind of husband would I be if I didn't take care of you?"

I managed a small smile. "The best husband."

He grinned. "Damn right."

Travis's POV

Once Taylor was settled in, I headed back downstairs to update the family.

"She okay?" Donna asked, her brow furrowed.

"She's got a fever," I said. "I told her to rest."

"Good call," Kylie said. "Want me to bring her anything?"

"Nah, I've got it covered," I said, already heading back upstairs.

The day went on, and while the family enjoyed their Christmas traditions, I stayed by Taylor's side. We watched a cheesy holiday movie on her laptop, and I made sure she drank enough tea to fill a swimming pool.

By evening, she was starting to perk up a little. Her fever had come down, and she managed to eat some of the soup.

"Thanks for taking care of me," she said, her voice still a bit hoarse but full of gratitude.

"Always," I said, wrapping my arm around her. "And don't worry about missing anything. Christmas isn't Christmas without you."

Taylor's POV

As the snow fell outside, I leaned against Travis, feeling more loved than ever. Even though I hated being sick, I couldn't deny that this quiet, cosy Christmas with him taking care of me was one I'd never forget.

A/N would you all rather i write like this style or like a more funny style and please drop some requests and i'll try make them extra good?

tell me what you all got for christmas im rlly interestedddd