under you || taylor hawkins - foo fighters

chapter 𝐓𝐄𝐍 - come back

"What the fuuu-," A large hand slammed over Emmalyn's mouth as her eyes peeled open. Her head throbbing once again from the agonising amount of alcohol which had entered her system.

She continued to muffle through the hand over her mouth but after it persistently did not move off her, Emmalyn used a well-known tactic and licked a line straight across the palm.

"Linny, what the fuck?" Dave retracted his hand and wiped it on the bedding which covered them both. "Why am I in bed with you?"

Emmalyn's tone became even more alarmed when she noticed her surroundings were not the ones of her bedroom. They were in a hotel.

"You think I'm letting you share a bed with Taylor while he's drunk? I do care about you."

Emmalyn rolled over to face Dave, who greeted her with a dickish smile that she hated. He pulled her into a hug, trying to rub in the fact that he'd say remotely more sober than her the night before.

Dave and Emmalyn had always been close, like siblings. The day that Kurt died, the bond had only continued to grow stronger. Dave was the only person to help Emmalyn out of the grief and slump which had weighed her down ever since her brother had left her.

"Linny, it's me," Dave cooed from outside Emmalyn's bedroom door. Her eyes were tired and soggy from tears. Emmalyn was sat on her floor, lying up against her wardrobe door as her knees were tucked against her tight chest.

Dave pushed open the door slowly to reveal the devastated girl sat weakly on the floor. It had been forty-seven days since Kurt had passed away and eleven since Dave had moved in with her.

He saw Kurt in Emmalyn, and never ever wanted to take advantage of seeing someone everyday go to waste. "Dave. I can't live like this anymore."

"We'll make it Lins. We'll do it together like Kurt would've wanted."

Neither of them had dared to say the name of Emmalyn's brother since the day he'd passed, every time it was mentioned her heart grew even heavier and her will to live continued to lessen. She hated being without Kurt.

Dave slumped down onto the floor next to her and slipped his arm around Emmalyn's shoulder letting her rebound the weight of her guilt onto Dave. Emmalyn fell against him almost instantly, her silent sob restarting again.

"Dave, I can't- we can't do this."

"Yes we can."

"My mom and dad are gone. You live in California. My life is a constant cycle of depression now and I'm digging myself into a forever expanding hole."

"I'll stay here with you as long as you need. I need you here as much as you need me."

"Okay. But please don't leave. Not yet."

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As she lay in his embrace, Emmalyn reminisced on old times when Dave and her only ever had each other. When they had just lost the entirety of their life at the same time as the loss of their best friend.

"Dave?" She asked, his hands over his neck as the man's hair sprawled over Emmalyn's face. "Yeah, Linny."

"Do you not want me to be with Taylor? 'Cause I won't do any more if you don't want me-."

"I do. It's just- Taylor has quite the-," Dave kept cutting himself off, trying to find the right words to describe his drummers attitude towards women, "Taylor is a sweet loving whore, Emmalyn."