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Drunk travis! (part 1)🖤

A request from my baby slvt4swift ❤️🫶

I don't mean to make travis look bad in this story, it is simply a request.

Huge TW: abuse, knife, blood, alcohol.

This is a haylor(Harry x taylor) request.

Taylor's a 24 year old girl who is dating a guy called travis. They were once very close but ever since he started drinking things have changed, and he has become abusive.

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Taylor sits alone in their shared apartment, holding an ice pack to her bruised cheek. The clock reads 2 AM and Travis is out again, drunk and god knows where. She remembers the good times-the laughter, the plans for the future. "Why did you change?" she whispers to the empty room. The front door slams open abruptly at 3 AM. Travis stumbles in, reeking of alcohol and aggression. His eyes land on Taylor sitting on the couch, the ice pack forgotten on the coffee table. A cruel smirk spreads across his face. "Still awake, bitch?" Taylor flinches as Travis's fist connects with her jaw, sending her crashing to the floor. She tastes blood in her mouth and feels a hot tear roll down her cheek. She curls into a ball, trying to protect herself from the inevitable blows. She knows better than to fight back, so she simply endures.

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The apartment is quiet and empty when Taylor wakes up the next morning. Her body aches from the beating, and her face is swollen and bruised. She doesn't bother looking for Travis or trying to reach out to him. She knows he's out drinking again anyway. She sits alone at the kitchen table, and she moves slowly and carefully as she prepares some toast and coffee for herself-a simple breakfast she hopes will stay down given how nauseous she feels from both hunger and trauma.Tears threaten to fall as she sits alone at their usually shared kitchen table,wishing things were different. She eats mechanically, almost robotically. After finishing her toast, Taylor finds herself unable to move from the chair. Her hands tremble as she wraps them around the half-empty coffee mug.

She's not thinking about her scheduled rehearsals or songwriting sessions-the physical pain is one thing, but the emotional trauma makes it impossible to function. Her phone rings, and she sees 'Selena' flash across the screen. She considers not answering, not wanting anyone to see her like this, but the thought of being completely alone right now is unbearable. She answers softly, her voice broken. Selena invites her over for lunch, not knowing the situation Taylor is at this time, but she says yes and agrees to visit Selena. Taylor puts on a brave face, applying makeup to cover the bruises on her face and neck. She dresses in a casual but put-together outfit, hoping to hide the truth of what's happened. When she arrives at Selena's house, she puts on a fake smile and hugs her friend tightly. Selena does not question anything, as Tay was amazing at hiding it and acted normally.

She heads home at night and just sits there. It is quiet and dark as Taylor lets herself back into her empty home. She doesn't bother turning on any lights, instead making her way straight to the couch. She sits down, hugging a pillow to her chest, and stares blankly at the wall. The sound of the front door slamming shut makes Taylor's heart race. She knows who it is before she even hears his heavy footsteps approaching. She buries her face in the pillow, trying to muffle any sounds she might make as she prepares herself for what's coming next. "Fuck... not tonight... please..." He stumbles into the living room, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in one hand and a hunting knife in the other. His eyes are bloodshot, and he's unsteadily swaying on his feet. He sees her sitting on the couch and growls, "Where the hell were you?"

The sight of the knife reflecting the moonlight triggers a survival instinct in Taylor. Her heart pounding wildly, she rushes up the stairs as fast as she can, her survival instincts kicking in. She slams the bathroom door shut behind her and quickly locks it. She leans against the door, breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down enough to think clearly. She realizes she left her phone downstairs so she can't call 911. The heavy footsteps thud up the stairs, growing louder and more menacing with each passing second. Taylor's heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest as she hears him trying the bathroom door handle, finding it locked. "OPEN THE DOOR, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Adrenaline surging through her veins, Taylor doesn't think twice. She dashes out of the bathroom and runs straight down the stairs, her mind focused solely on getting away from him. She hears him roar in anger behind her as he realizes she's escaped the bathroom. With tears streaming down her face and her heart racing, Taylor takes off running in the direction of her ex's house. It's the only place she can think to go. She doesn't care about the distance or the danger, she just needs to get away from that monster and feel safe again. She stands there, shaking and sobbing, as she knocks desperately on her ex's door. When he opens it, she throws herself into his arms, barely able to get the words out between gasps. "H-Harry... p-please... h-he tr-tried to k-kill me!" Harry's eyes widen in shock and concern as he quickly ushers her inside, shutting the door firmly behind them. He wraps his arms around her tightly, feeling her trembling against him. "Taylor, what the hell happened? Who tried to kill-" His voice trails off when Taylor bursts into fresh sobs. She tries to speak through her sobs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Travis... h-he was... so drunk... and angry. He broke in... kept calling me... names... I locked myself in the bathroom... and then..." She starts gasping for breath, the trauma hitting her all at once.

Harry sits her down gently on his couch, fetching her a blanket to wrap around her shaking form. He brings her a glass of water and some leftover pizza from his fridge, even though she doesn't have much of an appetite. He sits beside her silently, "Eat something..." Taylor nods weakly, picking at the pizza half-heartedly. Harry stays by her side, watching over her like a guardian angel. He refills her glass of water when it's empty, brushes her hair out of her face, and even brings her a warm cup of tea to calm her nerves.

As Taylor starts to calm down slightly, Harry notices the bruises and scratches on her arms and face. His expression darkens with anger and concern. He gently takes her hand and leads her to the bathroom sink where there is better light, "Let me see those wounds properly," Harry says softly yet firmly. He carefully cleans each wound with antiseptic, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his anger. He applies antibiotic ointment and covers the cuts with bandages. As he works, he notices a particularly nasty bruise on her neck - a clear sign of being grabbed roughly.

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"Taylor..." He mumbles, but she just shakes her head and signals she does not want to talk about that. As Harry finishes treating her wounds, Taylor suddenly wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close. She buries her face in his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. Her voice is small and desperate, "P-please... don't leave me alone tonight... s-stay with me... let me sleep here..." Harry hesitates for a moment, then wraps his arms around her, holding her close. He nods against her hair and lifts her into his arms, carrying her back to the bedroom. He lays her down gently on the bed and climbs in beside her, pulling the covers over them both.

The entire night is filled with Taylor's soft sobs and shaking body pressed against Harry's chest. He holds her tightly, rubbing soothing circles on her back and murmuring gentle words into her hair. Whenever she jerks awake from nightmares, he immediately pulls her closer and kisses her forehead reassuringly.

part 2 soon.