Safe & Sound- (A Taylor Swift AU)

~chapter 17~ dont blame me (fainting version)

Taylor's POV (November 18th)
Travis stayed the night Tuesday after our little talk. Things are getting better but we aren't completely okay again. We're still a little broken. Sad..Beautiful..Tragic. Right now I'm back stage getting ready for my show. It's extremely hot in Brazil right now. I really don't think I should be performing in these outfits, or in the heat in general while pregnant, but it's for the fans.
I didn't bring Chloe with me to Brazil because of the heat though. I had her stay in Kansas City with Travis. God... we really need to figure out our housing situation. Because right now we both still live in different cities. My guess is I'm moving to Kansas City, yay, how unexciting.

I'm getting my hair and makeup done as Tree comes up to me, "Taylor, I'm gonna say this calmly, don't mess up your makeup." I look at her confused. "A young lady just died from the heat while waiting for the show to start. She was 23, her name is Ana. She's a huge swiftie. Travelled 3 hours for your show, it was her dream concert," she says softly. My heart feels as if it stops beating for a minute. I just lost a fan. Here. At my concert. "Oh my god," I say sadly. I can't help the tears that flow down my cheeks. Hormones, sadness, anger, it all flows out. "I said don't mess up your makeup!" Tree yells, somehow politely.

"That's terrible. It's terrible. A fan died... while waiting for my concert. Which was her dream concert! It breaks my heart to know that," I say. I didn't know Ana. All I know is she's a swiftie. But I can feel this loss in my heart. This is really going to leave me with a shattered heart.

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I'm only on the Reputation set singing Don't Blame Me and I feel like I'm gonna pass out. It's so hot and these clothes are sticking to me. I can't breathe, I really can't. I hit the high note then I hunch over nauseously. I have to keep going. For the fans. They paid to be here, they deserve to see me at my fullest.
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Travis's POV
Taylor is in Brazil performing right now and honestly I wish she wasn't. Not because I'm selfish and want her with me, but because she's pregnant with my baby. She's pregnant with my baby and she's performing in 100 degree weather, in long sleeves. It's not safe. She didn't even take Chloe with because she knows it not safe, she left Chloe with me. It's my job to protect and care for my fiancé. But I can't do that thousands of miles away, damn football.

I'm lost in my thoughts until Chloe snaps her fingers at me. "Travis!" She says. "Hmm what?" I mumble. "Your phone is blowing up," she groans. I look ay my phone and there are so many text messages, from all kinds of people, Tree, Andrea, Scott, Pia, Patrick. I open the message from the most important person first, Andrea.

Andrea Swift: *link* Have you seen the articles? Have you heard from her, or anyone there? Is this true?

I study the article and freeze.

I quickly reply: I haven't heard from her since before she went on stage. You know how quick her outfit changes are, she doesn't have time to message. I have a message from Scott. Let me open it.

I click on Scott's message.

Scott Swift: How fast can you get to Brazil?

I text back: Scott, what happened? Is she okay?

Scott Swift: She fainted after singing Don't Blame Me. We're currently at a hospital.

I quickly text Andrea: Tay's in the hospital. I'm gonna go to Brazil.

Andrea Swift: Omg! My baby! Is she okay?

Scott Swift: She's gonna be okay, but you need to get here as soon as you can.

I text Andrea: I don't know anything, but Scott said she's gonna be okay.

Scott Swift: There's a jet outside your house.
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I quickly pack a bag for me and a bag for Chloe. I put shoes on both of us and run to the jet.

"What's going on?" Chloe asks me confused.
I sigh, "We gotta go to Brazil." She smiles, "We get to go watch mommy sing!?" I just nod. I know it's a lie. But she has a hard time flying as is. I don't wanna stress her out with worry, and mix that in to her fear of flights.

We get on the jet and I just stare out the window. I'm silent for the whole 16 hour flight.

Taylor's POV (November 19th)
I fainted and wound up in the hospital during my show last night. What if my fans are disappointed? What if they hate me? I want Travis. Why is she so far away? I need Travis.
I sob and have another panic attack. My dad grabs my hand and tries to calm me down. "Breathe Taylor, Breathe," he says.
I try to calm myself down by singing

And we know it's never simple,
Never easy
Never a clean break, no one here to save me
You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,
And I can't,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to

I look at my dad, he has worry written all over his face. Suddenly the door opens and Travis runs in with Chloe. "Mommy!" Chloe cries out. She climbs onto my bed and hugs my arm. I whimper and let her cuddle me. Travis comes over to me and strokes my hair. "Are you okay? Is the baby okay? What happened?" He is talking fast and forgetting to breathe. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it.

"I'm gonna be fine. I just have to stay here until my heart rate and stuff is all back to normal," I say reassuring him. He nods and looks at my belly, "What about the baby?" I shake my head and sigh. He looks at me worried, "No.." he starts shaking his head, "No." I squeeze his hand, "Trav, hey calm down." He takes a breath, I look into his eyes, "The babies are gonna be okay." He looks at me, "Babies?" I nod, "They had to run a bunch of tests, and they found out it's twins." He clears his throat, "T-Twins?" I nod. He tears up and kisses me.

"You were right," I mumble. He looks at me curiously. "Performing in 100 degrees while pregnant was a bad idea. I put our babies life at risk and I'm so sorry," I say tearing up. He strokes my hair, "You and the babies are going to be okay and that's all that matters."
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Sorry this chapter is short. I felt this part of storyline needed a short chapter. Thanks for reading ❤️