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Taylor Caniff Imagine- Broken Arm

          You were in the middle of writing a song, when you get a call from your boyfriend, Taylor. "Hey, babe." you say. "Um...hi," he responds. You immediately sensed something was wrong. "Tay, what's wrong?" you ask, concerned. "I broke my arm," he says. "Again? Taylor, you promised me you'd be more careful! What happened?" you say.

*Flashback* Taylor's POV

         "Hey, babe, I'm going skateboarding with Carter, Cameron, and Matt. I'll be back in an hour or two." I called out to y/n. "Ok, have fun!" she says, totally absorbed with her keyboard and guitar. I rode over to the skate park, and Carter and Matt are already there, practicing tricks. "Where's Cam?" I question. "Right here!" Cameron calls out, riding into the park. After practicing and fooling around, we decided to do it for real. "Alright, trick time!" Cameron shouts. Matt does a Darkslide over the railing and lands it perfectly. Carter went next and did a wallride. He landed it a little shaky, but otherwise, it was good. Next up was Cameron. He does an Ollie on the ramp, and over rotates a little, but lands it good. It was my turn. I ride over to the bowl and get ready to do my trick, a front flip skate bowl.

          I had been practicing for days, and knew I could do it. I start flipping and everything was going well...until...SMACK.....CRACK! I wince as I make contact with solid ground, and feel my left arm crack. "You okay, Taylor?" Carter yells. "Yeah, I think I broke my arm though!" I reply. "Ok, dude. We're coming to get you!" Matt calls out. They all jump down and jog over to me. Cameron grabs my skateboard, and Carter and Matt help me up. As soon as we're out of the bowl, I flop down on the bench. "Y/n's gonna be pissed."

*Flashback over* Your POV

          "You're right! I am pissed! Taylor get home now!" you yell into the phone. About 15 minutes later, Taylor walks in the door."Hey, babe!" he says, rubbing his neck sheepishly. "Don't hey babe me! You could have seriously injured yourself!" you rant. "I'm sorry! I thought I could do it," he says. "It's fine. Just be more careful." you sigh, "Does it hurt?" Taylor cradles his deformed arm, "Kinda. Not that much. I guess I'm used to it." he says. You giggle, "Well, we have to go to the doctor to get it casted." Taylor groans,"Ok, fine. But I want neon green!"

          After you guys come back from the doctors, Taylor takes a shower. He comes out with just a towel around his waist. His six-pack was hot! He takes a selfie of himself holding a weight in his casted hand. "Babe, be careful!" you say. "Aren't I always?" he replies, slyly. You laugh and give him a bowl of ice cream. "Next time you break something, I'm not giving you any ice cream," you smirk, kissing his nose. You lay down on the bed with him, and he puts his good arm around your waist. "I don't need ice cream as long as I have you," Taylor says, kissing your lips.