𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

chapter 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - my hero

"Alright everyone! I hope you enjoyed the boys at the start, despite the fact they were half naked!" Emmalyn laughed along with the crowd on their last night in Norway. She'd enjoyed it a lot, the first leg of what seemed like a never ending tour which was coming, and the fact she was surrounded by people she liked was good too.

"I know you've all just heard some Foo Fighters songs but..." Emmalyn trailed off, a cheeky performance grin on her face as she tried to entertain the audience, "They didn't play my favourite song so I thought we should do it ourselves. Ladies and gentlemen this is 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨!"

As she grasped through the lyrics trying to keep her light and airy composure as she battled in her head why on earth she'd chosen it.

The date was April 4th and she'd wanted to pay tribute to her brother, even if she had told a white lie. Dave had offered to play My Hero, even though he never wrote it in honour of Kurt; Emmalyn didn't want him to play it, because she wanted to play it herself.

"I don't want you to get upset on stage, especially today, Lins," Dave's thumb grazed over her shoulder as he sat with his arm around Emmalyn in the ladies dressing room.

"I want to do it for Kurt. He'd want me to, right?" Dave thought for a moment. To tell the truth, he wanted to play it for Kurt. He missed him more than anything and he never wanted to take away from Emmalyn's grieving this time of year, but he felt it too. He felt the agony in his heart when anyone mentioned his death, when someone brought up his name and it made Dave feel sick to his stomach, when someone made a lighthearted comment as though the wound wasn't still fresh. But the wound wasn't just fresh, it was infected. Indefinitely.

"He'd love you to do it, Linny. He's watching us you know? He loves you."

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Kudos my hero,
Leaving all the best,
You know my hero,
The one that's on...

Taylor watched Emmalyn awestruck as he sat on the side stage with his legs crossed like a little kid, hitting his sticks on top of a box along to the beats as though he was up there with her.

Her voice was angelic and punky like she was some Goddess of grunge. He watched her drooling, her hips swaying as she grooved on the bass, but never missing the cue when the lyrics rushed out of her mouth.

Emmalyn's tone was raspy and pure, like Dave's but ten times better and much more feminine. As her mouth lay wide open in an effort of screaming but also exhaustion, even though they were only one song in, Taylor genuinely felt like he was seeing his hero in the flesh for the first time. Like he was genuinely in love with what he saw.

"And this next one is for a man here tonight..."

Her words caught Taylor off guard, given that in his daze he hadn't even noticed that My Hero had ended and they were receiving applause, which he was bummed out to have not participated in.

Dropping his beaten up drumsticks in shock, Taylor's eyes widened as Emmalyn began to speak, "Although this isn't really my thing, I love this song so here we go! This is Hey Lover by The Daughters of Eve."

Hey, hey, hey, lover.

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"Were you singing to me up there tonight?" Taylor whispered into Emmalyn's ear as he lay cuddled into her back. They were finally on the road again and on the way to an airport.

Dave had ordered 4 vans but the gang had all piled into two. Taylor, Emmalyn, Dave, Nate and Amanda were in one and everyone else was in the other.

Emmalyn's best friend and the bassist boy had kept their hands off of each other tonight so Emmalyn and Taylor were able to rest peacefully without fingers in their ears tonight.

They left the venue at about midnight and it was now three in the morning. The pair were beginning to adopt a nocturnal schedule as they spent more time together, they never admitted it to one another in fear of ruining their sleep schedule, but neither Taylor nor Emmalyn got a good night sleep. Ever.

Being quite content spooned in with Taylor, Emmalyn sighed serenely as the silence was constantly interrupted by the wheels rushing over the road beneath them, her eyes were closed though, which counted as sleep in her eyes.

"I suppose I was, what to it?" Emmalyn asked, her voice tired and quiet as she lay in his arms.

The scent of sea salt and tobacco constantly radiated from Taylor's core, she soon realised after spending almost every waking moment at his side for the past however long it had been.

"I don't know. I liked it," His voice was low, almost like a hum, vibrating through Emmalyn's ruffled blonde hair which lay under his nose. She smelled like leather and whiskey, but also fresh like sage incense or something but either way, Taylor was much more than happy to have her scent coming through his nostrils with every breath.

"Would you call me your lover?" She asked, her voice calm and casual, which Taylor suspected was due to the alcohol.

"I suppose I would. Only if you wanted me to."

"Okay."

"What does Okay mean?"

"It means I'm tired, and I feel happy here in your arms. I don't know if I'm in love with you but I know I love this feeling. I love waking up next to you, I love the way you kiss me, I love the way you look at me. I love a lot about you."

"Okay."

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"Bienvenido!" Dave slung his arms over Emmalyn's bare shoulder as they walked out the airport in the blasting heat, "How are you feeling?"

Dave's lips moved down to Emmalyn's ear as they walked towards the taxi stand, his voice sweet and quiet again.

"Good. How are you?"

"We're in Rome, so mixed reviews."

"Kurt's proud of you Grohl. He always will be."