under you || taylor hawkins - foo fighters

chapter 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - back and forth

"Sorry I didn't mean to-,"

"It's okay, last time that was played was around '93. Glad to see someone's still enjoying it."

Emmalyn moved further into the room, clicking the door shut behind her as she edged closer to Taylor, who still sat there strumming away at the rusting strings.

"So... you're like Dave's buddy aren't you?" She asked, sitting down on top of one of her many industrial sized amps, directly opposite Taylor.

"Yeah," Taylor smiled, "Best buds."

Emmalyn didn't ask any more questions until he finished playing. Taylor lulled the notes as his tongue pressed the back of his throat, attempting to not make his rendition too rubbish. The glint in her eyes only expanded when he heard his raspy humming.

"Drummer right?" She asked as Taylor set the guitar back on the wall, being extremely cautious as this rock relic was not going to be destroyed.

"Yeah, but I do whatever Dave wants me to."

Taylor's seemingly innocent comment caused a snide laugh to escape Emmalyn's throat as she looked down and laughed, "So you've gone down on him then?"

"Surprisingly, no I haven't!" Taylor joined in with her laughter, watching her nostrils flare slightly at every giggle she let out. He thought she was really pretty, but so did everyone.

"That's all Dave wants, you know. If you give it to him maybe he'll let you do a couple of solos or something?" Emmalyn sneakily slipped in, keeping the casual back and forth going.

"So that's why he likes you so much?" The girl could not help but fall into a cacophony of laughter and Taylor soon followed, chuckling awfully at his own joke.

"You'd never ever catch me, on my knees, in front of Dave Grohl that's for sure!"

Taylor giggles had died down to a small smirk resting on his lips, as his eyes finally had the chance to explore her expression.

The raw authenticity of her beauty made her look as though she was from another world, heavenly. The misty allure in her bright eyes contrasted perfectly to her tousled dirty blonde hair which rested messily over her pale skin. A slightly upturned nose and full red lips added to her natural elegance and grace which she carried with her proportionate and slim frame. Taylor could not help but to stare.

"Nice eyes, all over me aren't they?" Emmalyn's coarse voice snapped Taylor out of whatever haze he was in, bringing his glance up to meet hers.

"Sorry ma'am."

His gaze softened, watching her playfully stern look transform into a snide smile, following her movements as she moved closer to the drum kit.

"Do you drum?" Taylor asked, swivelling on his stool to keep his view on her whilst she acquainted herself with the kit.

"Yeah, quite a bit actually."

"Alright this one's from me, Ems," The blonde rockstar passed over a big box which was extortionately heavy for her 14 year old arms to carry.

"Jeez, dude what is it?" Emmalyn lightly shook the box which now lay in her lap as the pair of siblings sat in the centre of their childhood living room, celebrating her fourteenth birthday.

Ripping off the lid in excitement, Emmalyn revealed two new crash cymbals labelled 'Zildijan' and immediately fell into an overwhelming mixture of excitement and guilt.

Her older brother Kurt was only 18 and worked his ass off playing gigs with a few friends, trying to get a few extra bucks. Emmalyn knew that the price of cymbals of this quality would've cost a heck of a lot more than Kurt could afford so her instant reaction was to grasp him into a rib-crushing hug and tackling him to the ground.

"What have you got Emmy?" Their mother cooed from her position on the couch, leaning at all sorts of angles trying to get even a minor glimpse of what made Emmalyn's conundrum so major.

"Crash cymbals!"

"Remind me to not let Kurt do shopping on his own again.." Their mom sighed, to no on in particular as she already envisioned the late night noise which would be produced by those things.

"You're the best Kurt."

"You're welcome, Ems."

The beats fell under her hands as she started jamming to a song Taylor didn't even recognise. But he didn't need to be aware of the song to recognise her talent.

Loud thunderclaps of rebellion came from every single precise tom roll as the crashing cymbals ignited like a storm. As the beat became similar to the one in her chest, Emmalyn let the song close.

Standing from his stool, Taylor moved closer towards her, his hands loudly pressing against one another as he gave her as big of a standing ovation that a single person could muster.

"Thank you, thank you."

"You're fucking better than me."

"We'll there's another kit over there," She gestured to the corner, shaking off the fact that Taylor had doubted her skill in the first place, "Show me what you got, Hawkins."

"It's on, Cobain."

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"What's all the crashing in here about then?" Dave busted through the studio door, noticing his two best friends on the floor in pits of sweat and breathing extremely heavily. Emmalyn watched the brunettes eyes turn from a lighthearted laughter to a confused concern.

"Trust me dude, it's not what it looks like a promise you," A shirtless Taylor immediately jumped up from beside Emmalyn and backed up trying to find his shirt which he had discarded earlier.

"What are you doing then?" Dave asked, hands now on his hips with a sassy, drunk look on his face as though he were their father.

"We had a drum off, you can check the snares."

"Okay..." Dave walked over to Emmalyn's kit and saw the obvious markings on the brand new heads, which he had installed six hours earlier.

"How do I know you haven't been at it on the kit?" At Dave's remark, Taylor and Emmalyn shared a disgusted look, then glancing back at Dave who had a smug smile painted on his face.

"Okay.. well I'm still telling everyone you're in here fucking!" And with that Dave ran out of the door, laughing deviously as he slammed it behind him, locking the pair of blondes back in once again.

"God, Grohl." Emmalyn growled in a defeated tone relaxing her head back onto the floor as Taylor lowered himself once more.

"So..." Taylor moved his body a little closer to Emmalyn, but not so close that they were touching. Although he really wanted to be, "You wanna head back out at some point, I can make you a drink?"

Taylor's gracious offer brought a flood of colour to her already bright, exhausted cheeks, but given the current circumstances, and Dave's devilish plan, Emmalyn didn't want to face the music so soon.

"We look like sex, Taylor."

"I know we do," His gaze stiffened and he began eyeing her up, his eyes darkening, as he shot upright which Emmalyn quickly copied.

"Everyone thinks we're in here, y'know..."

"So fucking what?"

"I don't really want them to see us walking out one after the other, drenched in sweat as though we've just run a marathon hand in hand."

"Stay with me then."

"Okay."