Tayvis OneShots

Grammys

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TAYLOR'S POV

Tree leads me off the floor. We walk to the car, my eyes starting to water. We sit down and I break down in tears. Tree immediately wraps her arms around me

"It'll be okay, Tay, it's okay, it's one award ceremony," Tree says. I shake my head. Tree pulls out her phone and texts somebody who answers back immediately. Then my phone starts ringing. I sniff a little and look at Tree who's smiling.

"I don't want him to see me cry," I whisper.

"Taylor. He's already seen you cry on multiple occasions. It will be fine. Pick up your damn phone," Tree says, wiping away one of my tears. I nod and pick up.

"Tay, how are you?" Travis asks, already expecting my answer.

"Fine," I say, but my voice breaks.

"I'm so sorry baby," Travis whispers.

"I'm fine," I whisper again. Whether it's to assure myself or Travis I don't know. "I'll be fine." I repeat.

"You don't have to lie," Travis says. I sniff.

"I know," I whisper. Tree looks the other direction, a sign to me that she's not listening. "Fine. I'm so tired. My head hurts like never before. I feel nauseous. And I feel like a failure."

"Sweetheart, no, you could never be a failure," Travis says softly.

"But I didn't win! Anything! It's not like I care about the trophy, I care that everybody hates me," I say.

"Nobody hates you," Travis says.

"Everybody does."

"Not me."

"Well you're my boyfriend."

"So?"

"Okay."

"Taylor, what I'm trying to say is that your fans don't hate you, they are proud like never before at your album," Travis says. I sniff back a few more tears. "I'll stay on call with you forever to tell you that. I would stay next to you forever and tell you that you are enough and you do not have to win an award for people to like you. If they truly like you they will like you through your losses." I sniff again and lay my head against the window.

"I love you," I whisper after a second in silence.

"I love you more Taylor. I will never stop loving you. Don't forget that. You are enough, and you don't need a stupid trophy to prove it," Travis says. We hang up and text a little bit more before we pull into the front of the hotel. I walk in with Tree and we walk up to our two rooms. I walk in and scream. I ran straight into his arms bursting into tears.

"Oh my god!? What are you doing here?" I ask as tears roll down my cheeks quickly.

"I needed to be here. Tree told me it was horrible. I couldn't leave you with your thoughts Taylor," Travis says. I smile a little and kiss him.

"I missed you," I whisper.

"Missed you more," Travis whispers back. We sit on the bed and I wrap my arms tight around Travis' neck straddling him. We sit there for a few minutes before I pull away a little. I put on one of Travis' t-shirts and climbed into bed.

"I'm writing a new album," I announce.

"What? But the Tortured Poets Department was amazing!" Travis says. I shake my head.

"No. I'm making a better record," I say. Travis kisses my forehead.

"I know a lot is running through your head right now. But you are enough, you don't have to write an album just to win an award, you know that right?" Travis asks. I nod seriously.

"I do, I just-I need to write a better record, for myself," I say. Travis nods and kisses the top of my head. I cuddle against him and moan lightly.

"Are you trying to get me to have sex with you?" Travis asks. I smirk knowingly.

"Maybe," I say. Travis smiles too and he climbs on top of me. He slips his shirt off followed by my shirt. He looks up at me and then down to my panties, which are so soaked you could fill a glass. I smile. "Please." I groan. He takes my panties off and smirks.

"Soaking wet huh?" He asks. I nod pleadingly. He sticks his two fingers into my gentle rubbing my throbbing clit. I groan for a second as he starts to finger faster. I whimper and moan before there's a knock on the door. I gasp for breath as Travis looks at me.

"Don't leave, the door can wait," I gasp.

"Alright," Travis says, turning his full attention back to me. He sticks another finger into me circling fast. I groan loudly.

"Trav- please, I'm going to cum," I whimper.

"Cover me in your cum," He groans. I gasp as hot cum streams out. I make a small cry and Travis holds me tight. There's another loud knock at the door and I groan, pulling the blanket over me.

"Pretty please," I whisper. Travis sighs and walks to the door.

"Tree? What are you doing here?" Travis asks. I screech as Tree walks in. I hold the blanket close against me.

"Taylor. Travis. You cannot have sex that loud in a hotel. The people next to you went down and complained," Tree says. I gulp and look up at Travis.

"We're sorry," I whisper. "I missed him so much, a-and the award made me upset, it's my fault Tree."

"I'm not blaming you, you can have sex if you want, but I don't want any more noise complaints please," Tree says. I blush and nod. Tree leaves and Travis cuddles into bed next to me.

"I love you so much, gorgeous," Travis whispers, running his hand through my hair. I smile.

"I love you more," I whisper.

(a/n: after reading this chapter go read Tayvis IG Posts book, chapter 10 (released 2/6) and Tayvis Texts book, chapter 3 (released 2/7) they are all associated with the grammys)