𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

chapter 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 - wind up

As Winter rolled around, the snow piled in. The first week of December and there was six inches of frost outside Emmalyn's supposedly sunny front door.

On the run up to Christmas, Emmalyn had spoken to Dave over lunch about Taylor moving in to see what he made of it all.

"Wait, so he's living with you now? Things are getting that serious?" Dave raised his eyebrows whilst shovelling some more food into his mouth.

Emmalyn sighed dramatically, placing down her cutlery with a playful grin, "Yeah. I think so."

Dave leaned back in his chair, his fork poised mid-air as if this revelation required serious contemplation, "Well I certainly did not see you as the wham-bam-move-in kind of girlfriend, I must say."

Emmalyn shrugged, sipping away at her long black, "I suppose it just feels right. I mean, it's not like we're forcing it, I just love being around him. We're hanging out all the time anyways."

Dave was quick to reply, "Damn straight you are. Sometimes it feels like your joint at the hip, Linny. But sharing a space with someone is different. You'll see a lot more of his quirks, and he'll see yours," He wiped his mouth with the already crumpled napkin before throwing it down on his empty plate.

"Quirks? Define quirks, Grohl," Emmalyn still ploughed away at her meal, no where near done, "I mean, don't act like he doesn't already make fun of my ten step skincare routine or the fact that my hoard of crystals is enough to stop a war."

Dave chucked, "Yeah, let's hope he's ready for the whole Emmalyn experience. I mean the panties on the-."

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, David," Emmalyn warned him, interrupting before he could go further.

"Okay, okay! Are you ready for what Taylor has to offer?" Dave questioned.

"What does he have to offer? I assume you've lived with him then?" Emmalyn now twisted her finger in a strand of blonde hair, enjoying the gossip she'd missed when Dave moved away.

"Hell yeah, a whole year. And y'know regular things you probably don't notice when you're just hanging out. Like eating leftover pizza at 7am, or leaving the toilet seat up, or, God forbid, leaving the record player running for so long that it melts your favourite vinyl."

"Which was?" Emmalyn asked, her eyebrows raised in delight as to how much detail the man was going into.

"Slayer bootleg from '93. Still mad at him for that," Dave's expression was dead serious.

She winced playfully, "God, the horrors. But, yeah. I think I'm ready."

"Good."

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Dragging herself up from the painfully comfortable spot she'd indented on the couch, Emmalyn rushed to the front door after hearing the doorbell ring. It was now the 15th of December which was the day they'd decided for Taylor to move in. She was beyond excited.

"Hey, doll," Taylor was out of breath, standing on the doorstep, however not too exhausted that he couldn't plant a desperate kiss onto the woman's lips, taking her by surprise, "Missed you."

Emmalyn quickly threw on her shoes, cradling her elbows as she stepped out into the bitter winter air. Chris honked the horn of their van, waving towards Emmalyn who nodded, not daring to let go of her freezing cold sides.

"So, how are you?" Emmalyn asked, walking beside Taylor towards the vehicle in which Dave and Chris were sat in. Nate had opted out in helping, mainly because he and Amanda could not stay off of one another and at this point it was getting ridiculous.