Daylight~ Tayvis Oneshots

First Time For Everything

Sorry for any typos<3

This was a request!🫶

Summary: This is the first time that Travis makes Taylor cry😔 Not that there have been multiple times, but just like the first time they had a big fight, if that makes sense😭

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It's 10:00 pm. three hours after Travis had promised that he'd be home. The nice home-cooked meal was now cold and sitting on the kitchen table along with two glasses for drinks and a nicely lit candle to make the feel of the room more romantic.

Travis had practice today, and he knew it was gonna be a difficult one since it was a practice after a game where they got demolished.

He had informed Taylor that he'd be back later than usual, but definitely not past seven.

It was 9:30.

Taylor had given him the benefit of the doubt and let it slide, imagining he wouldn't take longer than 7:15 or 7:30. But two hours and several phone calls, sending her straight to voicemail, still nothing.

The food Taylor prepared, which was Travis's favorite 'cause she thought it would cheer him up after a bad few days, was just sitting on the table while Taylor paced back and forth, her phone in her hand so she wouldn't miss anything if Travis ended up calling, although deep down, Taylor knew that wasn't gonna happen.

At ten, Taylor finally gave up on waiting and headed upstairs and out of the nice outfit she had put on for Travis, instead changing into some comfy pajamas.

Taylor then headed into the living room to get comfortable on the couch and watch some TV. While getting cozy in bed was tempting, and no matter how pissed she was getting at Travis, Taylor knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep well, or at all, while Travis was god knows where doing god knows what.

So Taylor got situated on the couch and turned on Friends, hugging a pillow to her chest as she watched the show

Her eyes finally began to betray her about half an hour later. Clutching the pillow, they drifted off, and her mind started to slowly venture away.

Click

Taylor's eyes snapped back open at the sound of the lock clicking at the front door. Balling up her fists, she rubbed at her eyes to try to clear them of the sleep.

Getting to her feet, Taylor wandered over towards the front door right in time to see Travis walking by, clearly not in a happy mood but also not even looking the tiniest bit guilty.

She followed Travis to the kitchen, where he opened the fridge and grabbed a can of Diet Coke, not even glancing at the cold food sitting at the kitchen table.

"Trav?" Taylor spoke, her voice hoarse from exhaustion.

Travis glanced at her, popping open the soda in his hand. "Hm? It's late, Tay. You should be in bed."

Taylor stared at him with wide eyes. "Trav- you told me that you might be late, but that you'll get home by seven. Not that you'll be here right at," Taylor looked at her watch for the time, "10:38."

Travis shrugged like he was barely even paying attention. "Yeah, well, plans changed."

Taylor opened her mouth before the strong scent of beer and whiskey filled her nostrils. "Have you been drinking?"

Travis just shrugged again. "Went to the bar with some teammates after practice."

"And you... Didn't think that you should tell me?" Taylor replied. "You didn't even feel the need to answer your phone?"