𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

chapter 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - resolve

Painfully slowly, the evening drew to a close and every last car exited the drive before 9pm. Everyone except Taylor's.

Dave had offered Taylor a stern warning before leaving, the same way he had done the morning after the Foos had played the Kia. Taylor apologised to Dave once again for the inconvenience, for about the twentieth time, but he just brushed it off and said he wasn't the one who needed the sorries.

Emmalyn took Taylor up to her bedroom after they'd packed away the leftovers, changing into her nightwear before they sat face to face on top of her cold covers.

The wicked autumn breeze whipped throughout the air outside the window, which Emmalyn was certain to shut, giving a constant wind instead of total silence. The air was tense but not uncomfortable; Emmalyn was just waiting for Taylor.

He took his time, but after a while he explained himself. How Gianna was old news and he was trying to get rid of her; how he no longer wanted anything to do with her; how he was ready to let his past go. But he didn't mention the fact that explaining all of this to Emmalyn didn't make it any easier inside his own head.

His body was confused, about how he'd rejected the easy opportunity to take Gianna to bed once again, but his heart knew he wanted Emmalyn.

She understood, gently drifting off at the sound of Taylor's quiet voice, but they slept on opposite sides of the bed, the man not daring to take it any further.

Emmalyn thought about Kurt.

"Kurtle?" Emmalyn gently tapped her knuckles onto Kurt's door, having hurt his gentle cries from inside her own room.

"Ems... please just go," Emmalyn could hear Kurt's sobs but she proceeded to push the door open, seeing him slumped up against the wall which they shared "Ems..."

Emmalyn rushed to his side, but her urgency dimmed when she realised how hurt Kurt actually looked. His eyes were puffy and dark, his cheeks were plump and sticky from the sweat and tears, his hair was stringy and tousled, he looked unwell.

"What happened?" Emmalyn rubbed Kurt's arched back, hoping that the light friction over his plaid shirt was comforting to him, "Kurt, what?"

"Nothing don't worry," Kurt sat up and pulled his knees against his chest, in attempt to calm his breathing down, "It was- nothing..."

"Was it Krist? The band or something?" Kurt shook his head, the pain in his chest only aching further.

Emmalyn didn't push, his jagged breathing making her worry but she didn't want to make the pain cut any deeper. "It was... it was Roxie."

His sister frowned, her hand on his back stopping from smoothing back and forth for a moment, pondering at the possibilities.

"What happened?" Emmalyn swallowed whatever her dry throat could.

"She went to our fuckin' gig with another guy," Kurt cried, genuinely sounding as though his heart had been robbed, "They were kissing at the fucking rail."

Emmalyn's eyes widened. That was her first experience of what cheating can do to the heart. Kurt never loved the same for four years after that. That was until he met Courtney.

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"Good morning," Emmalyn peeled her eyes open, exposing a tired Taylor. He was looking the same as he did before going to sleep, except his hair was messier and his eyes were surrounded by dark circles.

The man smiled hopefully, trying to reiterate what he'd promised to the night before, hoping it would 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 anything, even if he wasn't entirely sure.