under you || taylor hawkins - foo fighters

chapter 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - run

Emmalyn jumped in the shower to try and wash off any alcohol and/or dignity she had left (and the latter she had very little of).

Glazed in embarassment from the unknown activities of last night's roguery, she massaged her hungover head with a brand new bottle of shampoo whilst letting the warm water trickle down the arch in her back.

She left Taylor in her bed to sleep, knowing that last night couldn't have been easy on him either. The fact she didn't know what they'd got up to last night gave her even more of a reason to worry.

As the shower flicked off, Emmalyn wrung out her hair and wrapped it, and herself, up in a brand new white towel.

Emmalyn had been adamant on getting a new everything when she moved, which is probably why she slept so good in the night. The spanking new covers didn't disappoint that was for sure.

"Linny!" A voice came from downstairs as Emmalyn paced down the hall to reach the top of the stairs, still only concealed by a cotton towel.

"Grohl," Emmalyn barked, her voice soaked in the hangover as her head throbbed when she spoke. The commotion must have been loud enough to wake Taylor, as when Dave opened his mouth to speak, the blonde appeared beside Emmalyn to inspect the visitor.

"What. The. Fuck."

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The two men sat behind the breakfast bar as Emmalyn provided coffee and an explanation, "For the second time, I promise; It's not what it looks like."

Dave rolled his eyes, sassily as he took a long sip of his coffee, followed by a drag of the lit cigarette which was laced between his fingers. "So what did you two get up to last night?"

The brunette's light aggression was posed towards Taylor rather than Emmalyn, as he was the one he had put the responsibility onto. He wasn't that mad though.

"I just put her to bed and she asked me to stay," Taylor's remark brought a sigh of relief to both Dave and Emmalyn. She had zero recollection of the night prior, so hearing Taylor's sober story took a little guilt off her shoulders.

"Yeah, right Hawkins," Dave muttered, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he leaned back in his seat. The teasing lilt in his voice made Emmalyn's cheeks flush deeper. Taylor, still groggy but sharper than he looked, shot him a half-hearted glare before returning to his mug.

"It's the truth," Taylor insisted, his voice even. "She passed out after one too many shots, and I didn't want to leave her alone. That's all."

Dave chuckled, the sound low and full of disbelief, but Emmalyn caught the genuine concern beneath it. "You're lucky it's you, Hawkins. Anyone else, and I'd probably be dragging them out of here by the collar."

"Good thing I'm not 'anyone else',"Taylor retorted with a faint smirk, though his eyes flicked to Emmalyn, soft and hesitant, as if gauging her reaction. She avoided his gaze, busying herself with clearing the mugs and rinsing them out.

The silence was interrupted by Dave gently tapping the ash into the tray on the sticky countertop, "Look, guys," Dave sighed, a puff of smoke escaping his lips as he spoke, "I'm not your fuckin' dad Linny and I don't care what you do, or who you do.."

At Dave's previous remark, Emmalyn's heart skipped a beat at the idea Dave had in his head. "But please, please, please lock the door before me
— or anyone for that matter — walks in on whatever... you two were up to."

Taylor let out a nervous laugh, trying to conceal the red colour which had now also flooded to his cheeks whilst Dave told them off, but his gaze constantly lingered on Emmalyn. Their eyes locked for a moment or so, and the expression on his face indicated that he had something to say but before anything left his mouth, Dave got up from his seat in a short abrupt motion.

"Right," He burped lightly, as per usual, and picked his jacket off from the back of his chair and slung it over his shoulder, "I gotta run, Jordyn needs picking up."

Before anyone else could talk, Dave continued, "You two have to meet her properly soon, she wants to."

Taylor and Emmalyn nodded simultaneously, in the same stiff and awkward movement. "Taylor, you can see me to the door," Dave suggested, trying to lighten the tension which he'd just created.

"And uh- Linny," His eyes looked at her chest which was now gently exposing itself. Her eyes widened and her face for hotter once more, as she quickly pulled up her towel before Taylor noticed.

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"Hey, T," Dave turned back to the doorway, where Taylor's brooding figure was looming, waiting to see Dave off, "Thanks for last night, staying for her."

Taylor shook it off, nodding softly while plastering a smile on, even though he was still slightly nervous from his past conversation with his friend.

"I appreciate it."

Taylor watching him walk away, as he exited the front and entered the road. The light buzzing from his motorcycle followed him as he left.

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Emmalyn had given Taylor some time to shower and regroup after their rather intense conversation, which left her with some time to sleep.

Emmalyn sat on the balcony, a notepad balanced in one hand and a lit cigarette lazily smoldering in the other. The sprawling view of the West Coast stretched before her, the air crisp and calm, carrying the faint scent of salt and eucalyptus. She hummed softly, matching the tune of a chord progression that had lingered in her mind for weeks. Her pen scratched feverishly across the page, chasing fleeting lines of lyrics before they slipped away.

"Emmalyn?" Taylor's voice echoed through the empty space in her new house, calling from inside her room.

"Just out here," Her voice quieter and softer than Taylor's had been, but he still heard her. As he stepped through the glass doors, his feet bare on the wooden flooring beneath as he admire the ocean's actions.

Taylor rested both hands on Emmalyn's shoulders as she continued to scrawl down notes, even if her arms had slightly tensed up at his harmless notion.

"What are you up to?" Taylor asked, his fingers massaging her shoulders as he rested against her.

Her eyes rolled at the pleasing pressure he applied,
dropping the pen which rolled down the paper and onto the floor. "Just trying to figure out some lyrics."

"Looks good, hey, listen."

She was listening. She always listened.

"I've got to head back to my place, Pat and Nate crashed at my place last night so I probably need to check things out," His eyebrows raised as a smirk played at his lips, stifling a chuckle at his imagination.

Emmalyn looked directly up as their eyes met another time. "Okay, do you want me to see you out?"

"No, you're good. Keep going sweetheart."

The girl's heart skipped a beat after the way he addressed her, whining internally when his weight lifted from her shoulders.

And within a moment, he was gone.