Taylor Swift Imagines Book Three (gxg)

you're scared of throwing up (requested)

You groaned and laid back on Taylor's bed. You were doing your best to ignore the ache in your stomach and nausea that kept rising in your throat.

Tonight, for the first time, you're staying with Taylor and you don't want her to know you're not feeling well.

You've had this planned out for a couple of days now and she's so excited about it. And you were, too. Until you got back from dinner at the new restaurant down the street and you started to feel sick. Your excitement started to dwindle and now, with how sick you feel, you kinda just wanna go home so Taylor won't have to see you like this.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her bathroom door closing. You felt the mattress sink down a little as she climbed onto the bed next to you. Her hand touched your stomach but you quickly pushed it away.

"What's wrong?" You swallowed back the nauseous feeling once more and turned your head. "Nothing's wrong, I'm alright. Just a little warm is all." You put on your best fake smile but Taylor saw right through it.

She frowned over the little beads of sweat that were resting on your forehead. She put her hand on your skin and realized how warm you felt. "You feel a little feverish. Are you feeling okay?" You nodded but felt your stomach turn so you quickly looked away from her and put your head back on her pillow, doing everything you could to not throw up right then and there.

She rubbed your back, quickly sensing something wasn't right. "I'm fine, Tay. I'm just tired. Can we go to sleep?" She sighed heavily, a little disappointed that you weren't being honest with her.

But still, she nodded her head and turned the lamp off before putting her hand on your thigh instead of your stomach. Even if you didn't wanna tell her she could tell you felt sick and she didn't wanna upset your stomach even more.

She pressed a kiss to your warm shoulder and whispered a soft 'I love you' before closing her eyes and trying to fall asleep as she tried not to worry about you, knowing you weren't gonna tell her just how sick you really felt, anyways.

It had only been an hour but you were feeling worse. Your stomach felt really sore and you knew you were gonna throw up soon. You were sweating, your shirt was sticking to your skin, and you couldn't get comfortable.

Suddenly, the bile started to rise again and you couldn't stop it this time. You quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom, and Taylor did the same.

When she walked in and turned the light on she saw you kneeling in front of the toilet with one hand holding your hair back and the other on your sore stomach. Her heart broke at the sight.

She quietly approached you and sat down behind you. She gently pushed your hand away and pulled your hair in her own while using her other hand to rub your back. She heard you gag but saw how tense your body became as you fought the urge to throw up.

You've never told her, or anyone, about your fear of throwing up. But you had one - a really strong one, and you were trying everything that you could to not throw up.

"Hey, shh." Taylor comforted as she rubbed circles on your back. "Come on, just let it out." You shook your head and Taylor could hear your soft sobs. "Darling, I'm here. I know you're scared but you need to throw up. You gotta get this out of you. C'mon, I'm right here with you, you're safe."

And with her comforting and reassuring words along with her hand rubbing soft, soothing circles on your back, you didn't try to fight it any longer.

You started to throw up, your stomach aching worse than ever as you did so. You reached back and put your hand on Taylor's thigh, needing to hold her somehow.

"That's it, y/n. Get it out. I'm here with you, it's okay."

She never stopped comforting you. She never once left your side. She stayed right there with you during every agonizing second, until finally - you stopped.

You dropped your forehead on the seat, completely exhausted from being so sick.

Taylor reached around you and flushed the toilet before she grabbed a hair-tie from the sink and pulled your hair back so she could use her other hand to comfort you, too.

"You okay?" You weakly nodded your head and she rubbed your back again. "Okay, just take a breath. It's alright." She didn't move till you felt okay to. She helped you stand up and held you as you brushed your teeth and rinsed out your mouth.

She then led you back to bed and went to her closet. She grabbed one of her shirts for you and helped you take off the one that was clinging to you before pulling the other one over your head. It felt soft on your skin and smelled just like her and it made you feel a little better.

Taylor knelt on the floor in front of you and stared at you worryingly. "Why didn't you tell me that you felt sick? Or that you have a fear of throwing up?" She wasn't mad, just a little sad. She loves you more than words can say and cares about you more than anything and it worried her to see you like this.

"I didn't want you to be sad. You're the one who suggested the restaurant and I didn't want you to feel like it was your fault. I know how much we've been looking forward to tonight and I didn't wanna ruin it."

Taylor slid her hand under her shirt you were wearing and let her nails glide along your sides in a soothing manner. You hummed softly and Taylor smiled a little, happy to know that you were feeling good after what you just went through.

"You didn't ruin the night, my darling. You might just have to stay tomorrow too, you know - so I know that you're okay." You cracked a smile, knowing that wasn't the real reason why. "But seriously. You didn't ruin anything, you never could. I get to take care of you and I like that," She said and kissed your forehead.

"Also, just so you know, no one but you really knows about my fear of throwing up. I don't like people knowing." You said as your eyes fluttered closed, the exhaustion catching up with you.

"I'm happy that I know though. This way I can take care of you and comfort you when you really need it. Don't ever think I'll judge you for the things you're scared of, okay? I never will."

She pecked your temple and cheeks a few times then helped you lay back in bed. She laid next to you and pulled the covers over you, making sure you had most of them so you could stay nice and warm. She kept scratching and rubbing your skin, knowing it was helping you and bringing you comfort. 

"I love you, Tay. Thank you for helping me." You murmured tiredly.

She brushed her lips against your neck. "I love you more, my beautiful girl. No need to thank me. Now, close your eyes and get some sleep. I'm right here if you need me," she whispered and started to sing softly in your ear as you drifted off to sleep in her warm and safe embrace.