Tayvis OneShots

Eras Tour Rehearsal Day 1

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requests (should i make an erASS tour rehearsal day 1? just not sad like this) ->

(imagine Tayvis was a thing since before the eras tour started)

TAYLOR'S POV

We're running through a dance. I don't know why it's so hard. Everything starts spinning and I start gasping for breath. Please no, please no, please no. I haven't gotten a panic attack in 3 months. I was doing well. I'm so anxious, this dance is stressing me out. Why the fuck did I think I could perform for 3 and a half hours dancing and singing if I can't get through one song without having a panic attack. I sit down in the corner. I pull my knees to my chest and place my forehead to my knees. I start to cry. Travis walks over and sits down next to me. He wraps his arms tight around me and holds me.

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's okay, you're safe, you're okay," He whispers. I shake my head. "Yes. You are safe. Tell me that."

"I-I'm s-safe," I shake out.

"Good job sweetie, tell me 5 things you can see," Travis says running his fingers along my back. I squeeze my eyes shut and then slowly open them again. I take a deep breath in and just sit for a second. I turn and see the dancers start to dance again. I feel my heart start to race. I turn towards to Travis and he notices my incline in stress. "No, no no, don't look at them. Look at me."

"I-I can't," I say.

"Yes you can, look at me sweetheart," Travis says. I don't look at him but turn back to the dancers. My throat starts to catch, I'm panicking too much. Fuck fuck fuck. "I need an ice pack right now! And the pink stuffed bear that's in her backpack!" Travis shouts. Two people must've gotten them because I feel a cold pack on the back of my neck and Travis holds out the teddy bear to me. "Deep breaths baby." I close my eyes and rub the bears fur. "5 things you see. Take your time." Travis says rubbing the back of my head.

"You, stuffed bear, chair, floor, the computer." I whisper.

"Good, good job sweetheart. 4 things you feel," Travis says running his fingers through my ponytailed hair.

"Your touch, the ice pack, the teddy bear, the floor."

"Perfect. 3 things you hear?" Travis asks.

"Your voice, my breathing, the dancers talking," I say, my breath starting to quaver again.

"Good, let's not worry about the dancers though, just yourself Tay, let's focus on you. 2 things you smell?"

"Your cologne, sweat."

"Last thing, one thing you taste," Travis says squeezing my hand.

"Vomit," I say.

"Wha-" he's interrupted by me leaning forward and throwing up all over the floor. I cough for another second but Travis just rubs my back.

"Taybaby, you're overworking yourself. No more working this hard. We're going home, now," Travis says. I look into his eyes.

"Bu-" I start.

"No but's, you're working yourself sick, literally, let's go home, we can put on Grey's and we can just relax a little," Travis says. I sigh but nod. We get into the car and start driving home.

"Thank you Trav," I whisper.

"For what?" Travis asks.

"For everything, you're always there for me, you don't give up on me, you always believe in me, and I love you so fucking much." I say. Travis doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to, him taking my hand and squeezing it says it all.