Bless the Broken Road.

Chapter Eleven

Later that day Taylor was brushing her hair in her room when there was a knock at the door. "Come in." she softly called. The door creaked open. There stood Emmett leading on the doorframe. Taylor smiled into the mirror and continued to brush her hair. "Hey." Emmett sighed as he came into the room. Emmett stood next to her. "Remember when we were kids, we made each other promise to never get married." He laughed as he crouched down. Taylor stayed sat in her position and nodded slowly. She felt her breathing shallow as he crouched. She caught her breath. She nodded slowly. Emmett also caught his breath. Taylor was stunning with her hair down and loose about her shoulders. He leant in as Taylor did the same. Just then the door snapped open and in came Chris. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. It hung low but rested perfectly on his hips. Taylor pulled back immediately and started to brush her hair again. Emmett cleared his throat awkwardly and stood up. "Uhm- sorry. I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" Chris said as he ruffled his hair and muffled a yawn. Taylor shook her head and continued to brush her hair. Emmett patted Taylor's shoulder and headed for the door. Chris eyed the two. But he pushed it off when Emmett had left. Taylor eyed Chris from her mirror. "Did you need anything?" She said quickly. Chris nodded and walked towards Taylor's suitcase which was still on the floor near the bed. Pulling out a white shirt, Chris pressed his lips together and smiled awkwardly. He then left the room.

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Once downstairs, Emmett was sat next to Frances, who was babbling about how he never mentioned how he was best friends with her favourite author and about the floral arrangements for the wedding. He wasn't fully listening as he was thinking about what he almost did in Taylor's room. I'm to be married; I cannot do this to Frances thought Emmett. Just then he felt eyes on him. Turning towards Frances, he saw that she was looking at him. "I'm sorry Fran. What were you saying?" He apologised. Frances sighed annoyed. She hated being ignored. "I was saying which flowers would you prefer. Ivory roses or lilies?" She repeated crossing her arms across her chest. Emmett thought for a moment and decided on the ivory roses. He couldn't care less about the flowers to be quite honest. Emmett stood up and exhaled loudly. He couldn't get Taylor out of his mind. The thought of her with Chris killed him. He shook his head to stop the thoughts pouring in. Shit, why do I care about Taylor's relationships all of a sudden? Emmett thought. Frances was too busy babbling on about floral arrangements with Amelia when Emmett left the house. He needed some air. He needed to think. He marched straight to the river and threw himself to the ground and lay there. Then it dawned on him. Sitting up at the revelation. He was falling in love with Taylor.