The Demon and Me: A Travis X Reader Fanfic

.Hurt.

WARNING: Cuss words. A lot of them.

WARNING: More feels.
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Your POV:

I woke up to a throbbing sensation in my head, like my brain was trying to escape this chaos called life. It hurt so bad, I immediately curled up in a ball, groaning in pain.

What the h*ll happened last night?

All I know is that I drank... A lot.

I opened my eyes, instantly regretting it. Too much light.

Also, where the actual f*ck am I?

Am I dead? Oh gosh, I'm totally dead. Am I in heaven or h*ll though? I mean, a broken heart and a hangover... Sounds like h*ll to me.

I scanned my surroundings, straining my eyes.

On the bedside table, there were two glasses of water, some Advil, a bucket, and a potion bottle. The potion bottle was labeled 'Bye-bye Hangover'.

Okay, maybe I'm not in h*ll. Maybe I'm not dead.

I sat up, groaning in pain. My head hurt extremely bad. I drank a few large gulps of water, took an Advil pill, and drank the potion.

Immediately, I felt better. The potion worked extremely well. Whoever did this was taking great care of me.

Maybe I'm at Aspen's house. I've never seen this room before though.

Suddenly, Laurence walked in.

"Good morning, Y/N," Laurence said.

"Good morning. Uhhh... Can you please explain what the heck is going on...?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. That. Well, you came here drunk, and you passed out on my bed. I took care of you last night," Laurence said. He looked away, avoiding eye contact with me, like he was hiding something.

"-and where is here?" I asked.

"My house," Laurence said.

I practically gave Laurence a death glare.

Travis lives here.

"Really, Y/N? You don't even have to talk to him. Just leave," Laurence said.

"I will. Thanks for taking care of my drunk self. Have a nice day," I said, walking out of his bedroom.

However, as I stepped out, I ran into none other than... Travis.

Travis caught me as I fell forwards, holding me by the arms so I could balance myself. A rush of heat ran through me, but then it suddenly dispersed as I remembered what he did. I was speechless, my breath caught on my throat.

"H-Hey. S-sorry," Travis said. He glanced down at his hands on my forearms before he awkwardly let go of them.

You disgust me, Travis.

I didn't respond to Travis, and I started to walk away, but Travis grabbed my wrist, just as I was about to leave.

Travis' POV:

"Y/N, please. Won't you at least let me speak?" I asked.

"No one can speak to you, because you're busy having Katelyn's tongue down your throat!" Y/N said.