𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

chapter 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - have it all

"Right try the progression again, Mandy, T," Dave turned to Taylor and Amanda who sat on sets beside one another in the corner of Emmalyn's studio, "Try the sixteenths again."

It was their fourth session jamming together, and everything was beginning to come together around mid-November. The first three tracks were under their belts, and Sharon and Silva we're getting along swimmingly.

The mixers and technicians were taking the job on very well and had managed to incorporate everybody's tracks and Emmalyn and Dave's opinions to complete perfection.

"That sounds sick," They finished the final bar of what was to become Low, "Linny?"

Dave turned to Emmalyn, looking for approval as she pressed the end recording button behind the glass. "Sounds fucking sick man!" Her voice was muffled but everyone could still hear the excitement coming out of her mouth.

She dropped the headphone and appeared through the door, swinging her arms around Scarlett after she placed down her guitar. "So... that's that? Last one before Thanksgiving, right?"

Emmalyn looked around, admiring the hard work and progress that each of them had achieved since starting this album and their planned break was seemingly well deserved.

"That's a wrap team!" Dave exclaimed, pulling Taylor and Nate into a hug as Chris and Pat joined in embrace as well, "Are we still doing that thing on the 28th? And I am NOT hosting this year?"

Emmalyn's eyebrow raised, not having been told about their band's excursion but definitely wanting to find out. "I can host. First one in this house?"

"You're on," Chris laughed, thumping Emmalyn on the shoulder which was rather unnerving.

There were plenty more 'good luck's and 'it's your funeral's as the two bands parted once again. Taylor was the last one to leave, trying to hang back and speak to Emmalyn.

Standing on the doorstep, he took Emmalyn's face into his hands, grazing his thumb over the curve which was her bottom lip. "In the nicest way possible, doll..." He murmured, pressing his forehead against hers, "I will not be helping with Thanksgiving. Good luck, darling."

Taylor pressed a quick kiss on her confused lips before unlocking his car and slumping on his leather seat before she could interject.

Revving the car, Taylor smiled sweetly, showing all of his perfectly imperfect teeth for her to relish. Emmalyn kissed her middle finger and threw it at him as she leaned against the door frame.

He could only laugh, his voice inaudible over the sound of the engine, but Emmalyn could still make out what he was saying, "I love you!"

"Shove it up your ass, Hawkins."

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ . ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.

"A toast!" Dave stood up from the round table in the middle of Emmalyn's dull dining room, the air only warm with the love of the people inside, "To Emmalyn for not fucking it up as bad as you, Shifty!"

Everyone around the table jeered and laughed, Chris himself going a warm red colour trying to apologise for his fuck up. "I seriously need to know what happened!" Emmalyn laughed, letting her glass hit the table as the laughter died down. They'd drained at least four bottle of champagne already.

"Should we do our Thanksgivings?" Amanda suggested, her hand resting over Nate's on top of the white linen table cloth which was surely stained by the cranberry sauce Taylor had smeared on his fingers.

"That sounds great," Emmalyn picked up her flute again and raised it in the air, not entirely sure why, "I'll start."

She smiled around the table, looking at all the people who she was so incredibly grateful for. Emmalyn was glad to have the opportunity to spend her life with people she loved. "I'm thankful for this house, and the fact that I'm so close to people I love," Emmalyn's hand squeezed Taylor's thigh before she continued, "And that I've found people that make me feel happy again. I 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥."