TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Annoying

A/N WAIT TMRW IM TELLING MY FRIEND ABT MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT AND SHE'S EITHER GONNA THING I'M WEIRD AND JOIN IT BUT OTHERWISE IM GONNA HAVE TO DELETE ALL MY AUTHORS NOTES ABOUT MY LIFE AND RANTING AND STUFF AHHHH

short n sweet deluxe was so good but the please please please remix with dolly parton made me a bit uncomfortable (don't hate me guys)

REQUESTED BY KIKI I HOPE I DID IT OKAY

oh and happy valentines day ig 

THIS DELETED BUT I USED MY MAGIC POWERS TO RECOVER IT

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Taylor's POV

The day had been awful. One of those where nothing went right—every little thing felt like it had been designed to irritate me. My coffee had spilled in the car, I'd forgotten the lyrics during soundcheck, and someone on social media had decided today was the day to nitpick everything about me. By the time I got home, all I wanted was one thing: Travis.

He was sitting on the couch watching game tape, his big frame sprawled out comfortably. I dropped my bag near the door and shuffled over, my shoulders slumped.

"Hey, baby," I said softly, standing next to the couch.

"Hey," he replied distractedly, his eyes still glued to the screen.

I bit my lip. "Can we... cuddle? I've had a really rough day."

I expected him to drop the remote, open his arms, and give me the bear hug I desperately needed. But instead, he sighed—long and exaggerated—and muttered, "Taylor, you're being annoying. Can't you see I'm busy?"

I froze.

"Annoying?" I repeated, my voice quieter now.

He didn't even look up. "Yeah, just—give me a minute, okay?"

The words felt like a slap. Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, but I swallowed them down, my pride refusing to let me cry in front of him. Without saying anything else, I turned and walked toward the bedroom, slamming the door behind me harder than I intended.

Fine. If he thought I was annoying, I wouldn't bother him.

I curled up on the bed, pulling a blanket over myself, and stared at the wall. My chest felt tight, hurt blooming in a way I hadn't expected. Travis was my safe space, the person I turned to when everything felt too heavy. And now? Now I felt like I was too much for him.

I didn't text him, didn't go back out into the living room. I didn't want him to see how upset I was. If he didn't want me around, I wouldn't force him to notice me.

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Travis' POV 

The moment the bedroom door slammed, I winced. *Shit.*

I rewound the game tape, trying to focus, but my chest was heavy with guilt. I knew I'd screwed up. I hadn't even meant to snap at her—it had just come out. Watching film was important, yeah, but it wasn't more important than Taylor. She'd looked so small standing there, asking for comfort, and instead of being a decent human being, I'd told her she was annoying.

God, I was an idiot.

I sighed, turning off the TV and tossing the remote onto the coffee table. Standing up, I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to figure out what to say. Apologising wasn't hard, but getting Taylor to accept an apology when she was hurt? That was like trying to win a playoff game in overtime.

I knocked gently on the bedroom door.

"Taylor?"

No response.

I cracked it open, peeking inside. She was lying on her side, her back to me, wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito.

"Hey," I said softly, stepping inside. "I'm sorry."

Still nothing.

"Baby, please," I tried again, walking closer. "I didn't mean it. I was being a jerk, and you didn't deserve that."

She didn't turn around. "You think I'm annoying, so why don't you go back to your game tape?"

Her voice was quiet but sharp, and it hit me right in the gut.

"Taylor, I didn't mean it like that," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I was distracted, and I took it out on you, and that was wrong. You're not annoying. You're... you're my favourite person in the world."

She stayed silent for a moment, and I thought maybe I'd broken through. But then she turned over, fixing me with those big, watery eyes, and said, "You really hurt my feelings, Travis."

My heart sank.

"I know I did," I admitted, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was being an idiot, and I'm sorry. You had a bad day, and instead of making it better, I made it worse. That's the last thing I ever want to do."

Her lip quivered, and I thought she might forgive me, but then she pulled the blanket tighter around herself and said, "I don't want to hug you right now."Damn, that stung.

"Okay," I said softly. "I deserve that. But I'm not leaving until you know how sorry I am."

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Taylor's POV

I wanted to stay mad. I really, really did. But the thing about Travis is that he's impossible to stay mad at for long.

He just sat there, looking at me with those big, puppy-dog eyes, and I could see how sorry he was. Still, I wasn't ready to let him off the hook.

"You can't just brush me off like that," I said, my voice wobbling. "I needed you, and you made me feel like I was a burden."

He nodded, his face full of regret. "I know. And I hate that I made you feel that way. You're not a burden, Taylor. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I sniffled, wiping at my eyes. "You mean that?"

"With everything I've got," he said earnestly.

I studied him for a moment, trying to decide if I should forgive him. He looked so genuinely sorry, and the truth was, I missed him. I missed the safety of his arms, the way he always knew how to make me feel better.

"Okay," I said finally, sitting up and loosening the blanket around me. "But you owe me extra cuddles."

A grin spread across his face, and he didn't waste a second pulling me into his lap. "Deal," he said, holding me tightly. "I'll cuddle you forever if that's what it takes."

I sighed, leaning my head against his chest. "You're lucky I love you."

"Luckiest guy in the world," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

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Travis's POV

When Taylor finally let me hold her, it felt like I could breathe again. I hated seeing her upset, especially when I was the reason for it.

"You know you can always come to me, right?" I said, rubbing her back gently. "Even when I'm being an idiot."

She nodded against my chest. "I know. But you better not call me annoying again, or I'm making you sleep on the couch."

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KIKI IDK IF THIS WAS WHAT YOU WANTED BUT OKAY

GUYS IM GOING TO DO A RLLY LONG CHAPTER NEXT OR I'LL TRY