𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

chapter 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄 - ain't it the life

Time passed quickly with Taylor and Emmalyn felt the utmost glee. Christmas had been special in its own way, the pair spending it with the company of each other.

They did nothing too exciting, trying not to make too big a deal out of it. Emmalyn had gotten Taylor some gifts, little things that were tiny but meaningful.

"Wait, holy shit?!" Taylor opened a small cassette, reacting as though he were a little kid again, opening his Star Wars figurines on this morning many years ago, "Your first ever tape as a band?"

Emmalyn nodded, trying to conceal her impish smile but failing miserably. "It's from 1990 and I'm not trying to just give you old things I have lying around. That's the only copy we ever had made and I thought you of all people would appreciate it."

Taylor immediately stood up from his seat on their couch, throwing down the gift — making sure it was in no position to be harmed, of course — and stood before Emmalyn.

Before she could question anything, Taylor picked Emmalyn up from under her knees and pressed many kisses over her face. "You have no idea how much nineteen year old me is screaming right now, doll."

"I might scream in a minute if you don't put me down," Emmalyn sighed, slowly loosening up in his arms.

"You love it really."

"I do."

Taylor had gotten Emmalyn a brand new CD player and a selection pack of bootlegs which he'd found from time to time.

"I used to collect them, but then there were loads of these gothic, punk women at this store and I knew they'd have something for you," Taylor explained, his arm around Emmalyn who was inspecting each of the forty-seven CDs Taylor had gifted her, "Sorry if it's not much, I just..."

"It's perfect."

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The sun no longer provided a wake up call for Emmalyn, so she'd resorted to the alarm on her phone. Waking up to 𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 wasn't too shabby.

Ever since birth, the day after Christmas never proved to be too exciting for Emmalyn, but today was different. Finally having some visitors from back home, she actually had a purpose in getting up from bed and making an effort instead of just pootling around and getting laid. "Good morning, dolly."

Taylor smiled at her, he was sat up in bed with a lit smoke hanging off his lips. One of Taylor's quirks which Dave hadn't mentioned was the fact that the man couldn't get out of bed without exhausting at least one cigarette after waking up, although Emmalyn had concluded that he probably didn't know as they most likely didn't share a bed, but you never know with those two.

"Hey, can I get a drag?" Emmalyn prised open her eyes, gracefully shifting herself up without exposing herself, despite the fact that she wore no top.

Reluctantly, Taylor handed over his cigarette to the, now, smug woman. "Just the One drag, Emmalyn. One."

"Yeah yeah," She exhaled after taking a hard pull from the little tube, only slightly more grounded than before, handing it back to Taylor before saying, "I might need one of my own."

After supplying Emmalyn with her own cig, Taylor slipped his arm around her bare bag as she relaxed into him whilst sighing out her own smoke now.

"I invited some of my family over today, only a couple of people," Emmalyn said, casually, but Taylor was drastically alarmed.