TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

help im still at the restaurant

A/N UMM TY FOR 200K VIEWS ON THIS BOOK GUYS
AND IM POSSIBLY BACK BUT LIKE IDK IF I REMEMBER AND AM NOT BEING LAZY

ALSO LITTLE LIFE UPDATE:
i have a boyfriend tehe :)

i found the place taylor stayed in lake como when i was there this week #hadmywholefamilysearchingforit

theres a lot of lore with this extremely unhinged character at my school who stalked me for two weeks then asked me out and when i said no told me that i was a hoe and should kms and its pathetic to want to so that was a little strange

and i randomly wanna write a summer i turned pretty au one shot but would it be weird and who would be jeremiah (travvy would be connie baby ofc)

guys shall i write a poem

also i have a new phobia that my middle aged straight (wethink) father is going to download wattpad

also wtf is this idea i was thinking of it because someone else did something slightly like it butt

and why was the title gonna be at every table ill save you a seat like theres nothing to do with that

also no clue when there anniversary would be get over it

Taylor's POV

I told myself I wouldn't check the date.

Never again.

August 4th. *what a night*

That I wouldn't glance at my phone, wouldn't watch the numbers tick over on the lock screen. But of course, I did. And of course, it was today.

Four years. It would have been four years.

I should've been curled into the passenger seat of his truck, my hand tangled with his, heading to some dinner where we'd make ridiculous toasts and laugh until the waitstaff gave us looks. But instead, I was sitting alone in a booth at this overpriced steakhouse near Arrowhead, staring out the window like maybe the past could just walk in and take its seat again.

The waiter had asked if I wanted to wait before ordering. I'd told him yes, even though I had no one coming. I told myself it was because I couldn't face going home yet. The truth? I couldn't admit out loud that part of me—the part that hasn't healed—still wondered if he'd show up.

And then he did.

I saw him before he saw me. Taller than anyone else in the room, broad shoulders in a simple grey hoodie, ball cap pulled low. Sick dark eyes scanning the place like he was just... passing through. Like it wasn't fate—or maybe a sick joke—that he'd chosen the same restaurant, on the same night, after the same history.

He was heading toward the bar when the hostess pointed to an empty stool beside me.

"No," I blurted, sharper than I meant to.

But he'd already looked over. And when those blue eyes locked with mine, I felt it—the punch to the gut, the rush of every fight, every kiss, every night I waited up praying he'd come home sober.

"Of course," I muttered under my breath. "Of course it's you."

Travis' POV

I almost turned around when I saw her.

Almost.

But I'm a stubborn idiot, and even after everything—after I blew it, after I let the one good thing in my life walk out the door because I couldn't keep the part of my life I thought I'd left long behind from crawling back in—I couldn't just leave. Not without... I don't even know. Torturing myself, maybe.