TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Stockholm Syndrome (3)

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Taylor felt like the room was closing in on her. Travis was too close—too big, too warm, too human. He was supposed to be a villain, a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. But now, standing in front of him with his blue eyes burning into her, she wasn't sure what he was anymore.

He reached out, fingers hesitating before brushing against her wrist. It was gentle, almost tentative, as if he was afraid she'd shatter under his touch.

"I should hate you," she whispered, her voice barely more than breath.

Travis exhaled sharply, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. "I know."

Taylor knew she should pull away, but she didn't. Instead, she found herself tilting her chin up, eyes locked onto his. His gaze flickered to her lips, just for a second, and something inside her cracked.

Before she could think, before she could remind herself of all the reasons this was wrong, she closed the distance between them.

Their lips met in a slow, hesitant kiss—one that shouldn't have happened, one that defied all logic. But in that moment, logic didn't matter. Only the warmth of his mouth against hers, the way his hands gripped her waist like he was afraid to let go.

Then, suddenly, he did pull away.

Taylor sucked in a sharp breath, her mind spinning, her lips still tingling from the kiss.

Travis stared at her like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground. His hands tightened around her waist before he dropped them altogether, stepping back like he was trying to put space between them before he lost control.

"This is why I can't let you go," he admitted, his voice raw, his eyes dark with something she couldn't name.

Taylor's heart pounded. "What?"

Travis dragged a hand down his face, exhaling hard. "Because I love you, Taylor. I love you. I know it's fucked up. I know I shouldn't, but I do."

Her breath caught.

She wanted to scream, wanted to tell him love didn't look like this, that love wasn't chains and locked doors and stolen freedom. But the worst part—the absolute worst part—was that she believed him.

She could see it in his eyes, hear it in the way his voice wavered.

And maybe... maybe that was even more terrifying than if he were lying.

Maybe she loved him too.

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The sound of the front door bursting open sent a shock through Taylor's system.

"Taylor!" her mother's voice rang out, filled with panic.

Travis went rigid beside her. His eyes darted to the door, then back to Taylor, searching her face. This was it. This was her chance.

She could scream. She could run. She could tell them everything—about the locked doors, the stolen time, the way he whispered he loved her like it was the only truth in the world.

Her parents were here. They could take her home.

But she didn't move.

And then they were in front of her. Andrea Swift, breathless, eyes wide with fear. Scott behind her, his face drawn and pale.

"Sweetheart," Andrea choked, reaching for her. "Oh my God, are you okay?"

Taylor glanced at Travis. He stood still, his body tense, every muscle coiled like he was preparing for a fight—or for her to betray him.

She turned back to her parents, forcing a smile she didn't feel.

"I'm fine," she said, her voice steadier than she expected. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Travis."

Silence.

Her father blinked. Her mother's mouth parted in shock.

"What?" Scott's voice was low, dangerous.

Taylor let out a nervous laugh, stepping toward Travis—toward the man who had stolen her, the man she should hate, the man whose touch still lingered on her skin from their kiss.

"I know this is sudden," she continued, ignoring the way her heart pounded, ignoring the way Travis' hand hovered uncertainly near her back. "But it's okay. I'm safe. I've been here with him."

Andrea's face twisted with confusion. "You've been with him?"

"Yeah," Taylor nodded, reaching for Travis' hand, threading their fingers together. His grip tightened immediately, like he was both terrified and desperate to hold on. "I—I didn't tell you guys because I knew you'd freak out, but I love him."

The lie came out too easily. Or maybe it wasn't a lie at all.

Her father's face darkened. "Taylor—"

"I promise," she cut him off quickly. "I wasn't kidnapped. I came here on my own."

Scott looked like he wanted to explode. Andrea just stared, her hands shaking.

Travis hadn't said a word. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his pulse pounded against her palm.

Andrea swallowed hard. "Are you sure?"

Taylor forced herself to nod, even as something twisted painfully in her stomach.

Travis finally spoke, his voice careful, controlled. "I love your daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Swift. I would never hurt her."

Scott scoffed. "I don't believe a goddamn word you say."

Taylor's nails dug into Travis' hand, and she shot him a look. Don't react. Don't make this worse.

He didn't. He stayed silent.

"I get that this is... a shock," Taylor said quickly. "But I'm fine. I'm happy."

Her mother's eyes searched hers, filled with a quiet kind of devastation.

"Okay," Andrea whispered, but Taylor knew she didn't believe it.

Scott exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We need to talk about this. You need to come home."

Taylor shook her head. "Not yet. Not right now."

Her father tensed, but before he could argue, Andrea reached for his arm, stopping him.

There was another stretch of silence.

Finally, Andrea let out a slow breath. "If you ever need to come home..."

Taylor's throat tightened. "I know."

Her mother nodded, hesitated, then pulled her into a hug.

Taylor let herself sink into it, breathing in the scent of home, the safety of her mother's arms. But when she opened her eyes, her gaze landed on Travis.

And she wasn't sure where home really was anymore.

"So I'm your boyfriend huh?" he said smiling his eyebrows raised.

"Don't act like you don't want to be"

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A/N LMK HOW THIS LAST FEW CHAPTERS WERE CAUSE IT WAS THIRD PERSON AND I DON'T NORMALLY DO THAT

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