One Shots

You Don't Even Deserve Her - Taylor Caniff Imagine

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Taylor Caniff Imagine

“Hey baby,” Carter said sweetly in my ear as he stroked my arms up and down. I was getting distracted from the movie by his constant loving touches. I tried to keep my attention on the TV screen, but the sound of Carter’s sexy voice was alluring. He placed a little kiss on my ear. “I love you,” his voice was slurred. “I’m gonna fuck you tonight so good…”

I heard someone scoff from my right. I glanced over, seeing Taylor lying out on the hotel bed, scrolling through something on his phone. He rolled his eyes a little, obviously thinking that I couldn’t see. 

“What’s your problem?” I asked him. He glared at Carter. 

“Nothing,” he said in a deep angry voice. 

“He’s just jealous of me, Y/N, don’t worry about him,” Carter said, loud enough for Taylor to hear. 

“Shut up, Carter,” Taylor said, his voice annoyed. I took a deep breath, hoping their incessant bickering would stop sometime soon. They argued all the time. 

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” Carter said. “She’s my girlfriend.” I hoped it would just stop there. But of course, Carter had to push Taylor over the edge, like always, “fag,” he added at the end of the sentence. Taylor threw his phone on the bed and stood up furiously. I knew something was going to happen between them. Taylor reached over and pulled me out of Carter’s grasp. He placed me gently on the other bed. 

“Shh…” he whispered to me. He gave me a reassuring look before turning around and tackling Carter to the bed. “You don’t even deserve her!” Taylor yelled in Carter’s face. I could tell that Carter was struggling to get up, but I didn’t really know what to do. “You don’t even treat her right! You treat her like you own her, like she’s just yours to play with!” 

“Taylor…” 

“No, shh, Y/N, I’ll handle this,” he said gently to me. But his expression soon changed as he turned back to Carter who I’m pretty sure was crying. “She’s perfect!” Taylor finally screamed, sending a slap across Carter’s face. 

“Taylor!” I yelled. His body relaxed and he slowly climbed off the bed. Carter was lying there, shaking. “Carter…”

“No… just go with Taylor. He’s obviously better for you anyway,” he said sincerely. Taylor looked at me. 

“Come here, Y/N,” he said, with open arms, reading for me to crash into his chest, which I gratefully did. His hands rubbed up and down my back. “Let’s go,” he said. Taylor continued to hold me as he carried me out of the hotel room and over to the corner of the hallway where no one would see. 

“What was that about?” I finally asked.

“He just gets me mad. Never treats you right. I just want you to know how much you’re loved and that you should never have anyone make you feel worse than you are.”

“I love you, Taylor,” I said. 

“I love you, too,” he said.