under you || taylor hawkins - foo fighters

chapter 𝐒𝐈𝐗 - the sky is a neighbourhood

It had been a few hours since Emmalyn and Taylor's surfing expedition. He'd walked her through the basics and she'd managed to pick it up at a relatively swift pace, "for a rookie," Taylor had said.

The pair of them sat opposite one another in the coffee shack just off the sand, sipping away at their mugs, and chatting quietly. Although Taylor wasn't overly famous, being at home, the pair were cautious about being recognised.

Back at home, Emmalyn was recognised fairly often. Her musical career began in 1991 after opening for her brothers band.

"They loved you guys, Ems," A breathless and sweaty Kurt stood before Emmalyn and her band mates as they stood backstage at The Roxy.

Her and her band mates called themselves 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬, an all-female band consisting of Emmalyn; who played bass and lead the vocals, her best friend and drummer Amanda; who supported her bassist through backing vocals, red-headed Scarlet: who played as the strong rhythm guitar whilst being backed up by Jade; who played lead guitar, shredding better than any man could.

"Thanks, Kurt," Emmalyn pulled him into a hug, the sweat seeping from under his shirt through to her skin, as his breath was hot and heavy on her ear, "It's your big break, Ems," His whisper tickling her ear as he spoke.

Her expression remained confused at his remark as a smile played at the corners of his mouth, "Sharon Osbourne is here, she wants you guys."

As her jaw dropped, Emmalyn let a scream escape her lips and squeeze her brother ten times harder. "Thank you, Kurt," She sighed, falling out of his embrace but still staring into his soul, "For everything you've ever done for me."

"You deserve it Ems."

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Emmalyn escaped her mind once Taylor tapped her hand which lay flat on the table. He didn't grab it or hold it, he just rested his hand atop of hers.

"It's almost four, you must've had a good time out there," As Emmalyn fell out of thought, her eyes met his and her gaze softened. "Thank you for taking me."

Her praise was sincere and hearty as a smile grew onto her lips, just like Taylor adores. The tips of her white teeth peeked out from underneath her sunburnt lips whilst stifling a laugh at one of Taylor's many jokes.

"Your hair's curling," His fingertips laced themselves among the loose blonde coils which had formed in her hair, as he moved his face an inch or two closer to hers.

Emmalyn looked confused at her, usually pin-straight hair, laden with waves. "It's the seawater, Emmalyn."

She nodded, as he continued to explain, "Your hair's gonna be curly a lot now. It's the gifts of Cali baby!"

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Racing down the freeway, Taylor and her sat side by side in his open-top car with the warm wind flowing through Emmalyn's hair. The air was fresh and beautiful, the complete opposite to the doom and gloom which constantly lingered in Seattle's atmosphere. Constantly muggy and upsetting, almost guaranteeing seasonal depression.

But California was glowing and full of light. It felt young and beautiful, the sun imposing beautiful shades of sunset on the spring sky which carried on for what seemed like an eternity to Emmalyn. The new environment wasn't so daunting anymore. Not with Taylor.