𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

chapter 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - under you (part 1)

"You played brilliantly!" Emmalyn rushed off stage as Taylor congratulated her, with the ringing of the last chord still lingered through the air, "That was incredible, darling."

Emmalyn pulled Taylor into a hug, the sweat soaking through her tank top and straight onto the drummers bare torso, which was also equally as damp.

Her chin rested on his collarbone as they embraced intently, everything around them becoming such a blur.

"Linny..." Dave beckoned, as Taylor slowly lets her go, "Heartwarming, truly!" His voice ecstatic as she fell away, gaining laughter from the crowd of two bands.

The girl looked around for the rest of her friends, only to find Amanda tongue deep with Nate Mendel. That girl always gets what she wants, Emmalyn thought.

Instinctively, Taylor's hand met hers and intertwined their fingers as the crowd stumbled back into the dressing room.

"The taxi gets here in twenty," Dave hollered, his arms bouncing triumphantly in the air once again, "Brush up 'cause it'll be a long night!"

"I feel like if I drink any more I'll die," Emmalyn spoke, not intending to achieve a reply, she simply said it to get it out.

"Me too, baby. Me too."

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For the entire evening, even though everyone around them went, what can only be described as, bananas, Emmalyn and Taylor stayed reserved, nursing a singular bottle of Bud Light each for the entire night.

Taylor had told Emmalyn that he and Dave had a radio interview tomorrow so they had booked a hotel.

In the Cherry Gloss van, there was room for two or three of the members to sleep at most. Usually those two happened to be Jade and Scar, just because they were regularly the ones to black out first. Amanda would usually run away with a guy for the night and then leave Emmalyn to put herself up in a hotel. But she never minded: peace was all Emmalyn needed after a night of screaming.

"You can always stay in my room?" Taylor offered as the rounded up the crowd of rowdy rockstars before wandering out the front door, behind their friends to make sure they didn't escape. The pair of them found their hands interlocked once again, Emmalyn was tracing the knuckles on the back of Taylor's hand as he spoke.

His voice was quiet and mousy as he spoke, almost as though he were nervous. Her thumb grazed over his, bringing her tired gaze to meet his.

The gang were planning to bring the remaining members back to the hotel which the boys had booked. Scarlett and Jade had gotten back to The Roxy to stay in the van, as their exhaustion was too overwhelming to stay out any longer. Nate and Amanda were still eating each others faces off and the rest of the Foos were shooting Fireballs like there was no tomorrow.

Emmalyn and Taylor had withdrawn themselves for the evening, watching the chaos instead of getting involved for once. For most of the evening they had stood in the corner tending to their lukewarm pints, sipping away gently as though there was a punishment for whoever emptied the bottle first.

"Are you inviting me back with you?" A smirk grew on Emmalyn's face, her eyes still firmly on Taylor's as they got closer to the taxi stop.

"I suppose I am, doll."

"Good."

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