Timeless: Tayvis Oneshots

the little mess you made

The little mess you made

The little mess you made

Is all over the room

Is all over the news

A little bit of rain

The littlest mistake

Is filling up our shoes

Can leave the darkest bruise

~

Taylor's POV

"No, just..." Travis shook his head at me, tears barely contained in his eyes. "Just don't talk to me Taylor. Leave me alone."

"It's not like I was trying to cause this!" I sobbed, way worse at keeping my tears in than he was. "You know I had the best intentions and you only want a reason to start another argument!"

"No, no this is on you." Travis stabbed a finger at me. 

"Fine, whatever." I snapped, grabbing my bag of the hotel's little table and picking up my phone.

"Where the hell are you going?" He asked as I stalked towards the door.

"Where does it look like?" I grumbled, stuffing my feet into some shoes. "Away from you until you can pull your head out of your ass and realize I was only trying to help."

"Oh don't pull this on me, you..." Travis started, but I pushed the door closed in his face. He caught it, coming after me, but I just turned and headed for the elevators.

This was stupid, and I was fuming, trying hard to contain myself. Even angry, I didn't want to scream at my boyfriend. I loved him, but he was being completely ridiculous right now and starting a fight over nothing. I hadn't done anything.

All I'd done was fucking show up to one of his events, trying to be a supportive girlfriend. The paps had caught on, swarmed the tiny event, and in the chaos, Wyatt had gotten hurt. She was fine, but she was in the hospital overnight and Travis was blaming it all on me for just turning up. All I'd wanted to do was support the charity event, and now one of my nieces was in the hospital. I loved her like she was my own blood relative, and I didn't think Travis had any right to pin the blame on me. 

"She could have gotten seriously hurt!" Travis yelled down the hallway at me as I jammed my finger against the down button.

"Yeah, well she didn't!" I snapped back. "Believe me, I'm as upset about this as you are, but how could you ever think I'd do anything if I thought anyone I loved would get hurt?" The elevator door dinged, slid open, and I looked up at Travis, tears rolling down my cheeks. "You're not acting like the Travis I know." I said, only just loud enough for him to hear. "And I don't want to see you right now."

With that, I walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor, holding in my sobs. Travis was completely different from the man I knew right now, and I needed time away from him. 

As I descended, I texted Drew to tell him I wanted to go to the hospital. I hadn't actually seen Wyatt since she'd vanished into the crowd, and I wanted to make sure Jason and Kylie were okay. They had to be worried sick. I knew they wouldn't blame this on me.

I got to the hospital almost an hour later, my eyes still red but less puffy from all the crying. Drew didn't try to talk to me as we headed inside, just leading me up a few flights of stairs to where Wyatt's room must be.