under you || taylor hawkins - foo fighters

chapter 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 - this is a call

That morning was long and laborious for Emmalyn. The second Taylor left, she rushed to the window by the door to watch him leave. No reason why, she just did.

Switching on her iPod, she played Seven by Sunny Day Real Estate as Emmalyn began to tackle the gigantic mess in her kitchen. Before Taylor got in the shower he tried to clean things up here and there but Emmalyn refused to let him take on the job.

It hadn't been too messy, but the floor and everything single surface in her kitchen was sticky and muggy, so her to-do list was chock full.

Dave had supplied his regular amount of red solo cups so she whizzed around the kitchen picking up every single one in her eye line. Every now and again there would be an unusual cocktail inside which splashed against her freshly cleaned hands, causing her nauseated stomach to clench tightly.

It took around an hour or so to pick up the litter and random items, and Emmalyn even found a discarded bra on the dinner table.

Her eyebrow raised upon discovering a napkin placed perfectly atop the stove, in plain eyesight. There were letters scribbled on the white linen and Emmalyn stretched it open in order to read them.

" 𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗹𝘆𝗻, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗿. 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝘅𝘅𝘅 "

There were a series of digits arranged in the regular phone order, and Emmalyn studied them for a moment before making the next move.

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After managing to shimmy Nate and Pat out of his apartment, Taylor finally relaxed into his leather sofa, steeping in the hangover he had acquired.

Ding ding.

Ding ding.

The phone rang from beside Taylor and his eyes shot open at the anticipation. With hands clamming up, he started to worry about it. The number showing up was unknown, so he jumped to the conclusion that it would be Emmalyn. Biting the bullet, he picked up.

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"Hey," It was her voice again. Sweet and gravelly like he'd heard the night before.

"Hey darling, what can I do for you?"

"You told me to call you, this is a call."

"Well, I didn't ask you to call me Emmalyn. I asked you something else."

"I know you did."

"Well..." He waited in suspense, hoping the sarcastic blonde would drop the act momentarily and give an honest reply.

"I'd love to see you today."

"Okay."

"Well, where do you have in mind?"

"Meet me by Sleepy Hollow in 30 minutes. Swimming clothes."

"Wait where's-," The dial tone rang out as Taylor hung up the phone, leaving her in the suspense he'd been in moments prior. He wanted to introduce her to Laguna in the right way.

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Emmalyn arrived at the spot, like Taylor had proposed, in the correct time frame and in the correct clothes. The only missing thing was Taylor.

She waited a moment or so behind the Surf Shack, checking her phone every few minutes to make sure she wasn't just dreaming time away.

The sea breeze hit her like a whispered secret, full of untold stories which were hiding in California's notorious past.

As her eyes fluttered closed at the soft scent of sea salt and fresh air, she heard light footsteps on the sand approaching her.

Emmalyn's eyes opened to find a shirtless Taylor, grinning impishly as he held a surfboard under each arm. The extravagantly patterned board shorts only added to the happiness on his face as he drew closer to the girl.

Her pale skin looked out of place on the beach, but Taylor didn't mind at all. She looked beautiful in what she was wearing. The black strappy bikini top concealing her torso with a little white mini skirt.

A few minutes prior, Taylor had no idea how Emmalyn would look in swimwear, let alone on the beach. Her pale Seattle skin was beautiful, of course, but she wasn't the beachy type.

"Don't tell me those things are for us?" Emmalyn's piercing blue eyes gaze down at the two surfboards which now lay on the golden sand.

"Come on, you'll love it darling."

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The waves continuously crashed at her feet, as Taylor continued setting up whatever he was doing. Emmalyn watched him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

He looked natural, like he belonged there. Swiping a block of wax back and forth over the board at his feet, with cheeky grin on his face. His tanned skin and tousled hair were practically carved out by the ocean's breeze, the childhood he'd spent on the sand and in the sea.

"I have a confession to make," Taylor looked up to face her from his crouched position as her eyes danced over the vibrant coloured surfboard he had rested at her feet, the sun shimmering off it.

"You haven't ridden before?" He asked, knowing as her eyes knitted together in guilt, "I know, Emmalyn."

Flashing an infectious grin that Emmalyn was slowly growing to love, Taylor's knees retracted and he was now stood up next to her.

Observing for a moment, Emmalyn looked out to sea to admire the natural beauty. The Californian sunlight lingering on the surface as the birds flew sky-high, embracing the spring sun.

"So, you ready?" Taylor had snaked his arm around Emmalyn's waist in an attempt to comfort her. It slotted perfectly in the curves of her waist, the contrast of skin tone making Taylor look much darker than he was.

She embraced it for a moment, letting her body relax from the tense shock his action had put her in, momentarily. His thumb grazed over her bare skin as she replied, "Maybe..."

"You'll be fine, sweetie. Come on."

Taylor dragged her by the arm as she picked up the board as the water slowly covered her ankles. Soon enough they were waist deep in the lukewarm water which was refreshing slightly.

The sun was slowly coming out of winter hibernation, the UV levels rapidly increasing so Emmalyn had taken the extra precaution of double layering her sunscreen in the half hour she had to get ready.

"Paddle hard, hop up quick and rule number one," He stopped in his tracks just as the water reached his chest, "Respect your board, it's there to help not hinder you. Be kind and it'll be kind back."

"Here goes nothing then."

Emmalyn threw herself onto the board as it slapped the foaming water, a wave slowly approaching the pair of them. "Here's your one, off you go."