Isn't It A Coincidence.

Chapter 6

A/N: (cue the music) 

I laughed and sat the cowboy hat on his messy dirty-blonde hair, a grin showing from under the rim. He had tossed away his shirt at some point, the women in the restaurant fawning over his model-like body. He grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, his sweaty and bare skin pressing against mine.

I guess I forgot to mention that the women were drooling over us.  All that 'exercise' paid off. I laid my hands on his chest, dancing sexily with him as the music played, ignoring everyone else on the dance-floor. We laughed as two women brought us our shirts back. 

My red face was covered by my hat, his smirk getting to me. He winked from under his hat and I punched his arm, his laugh warming me. We grinned at each other, ignoring the woman glaring at us. The media had gotten wind of me being alive, and they were flashing pictures as Taylor and I danced, pulling women and men onto the dance-floor, everybody dancing together. 

Taylor laughed as I tripped and fell on him, a cheer coming from our new fans. I chuckled, kissing him. Flashes surrounded and we watched as his Mother stormed out of the restaurant. The media had learned about how she stole my company, which ended her career. She hated us, but we were too happy to care. 

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We laughed as I drove us home, shirtless. It was fun to go out with Taylor and not care about anything but him, for once. Angelina had been breathing down our backs, but we finally got rid of her. Taylor ranted on about how our fans stole our clothes, and that now he knew how popular celebrities felt. 

I grinned, looking at him for a moment. My heart dropped and I did a double-take as I watched Angelina speeding at us through the intersection. I slammed on the gas, just slipping by. Her bumper clipped the back of my car, making us spin on the slicked road. I forgot it had been raining most of the day. 

I wrapped myself around Taylor, quickly opening his door. "Belt, belt!" I screamed at him, his hand shakily undoing his belt. We were thrown out of the car, and his back skidded across the pavement. The car smashed into the stop-light pole, folding it in half. He groaned in pain as we rolled to a stop near another car. 

Sirens sounded as Angelina sped off, her ruined bumper sitting on the road. I quickly got off of him, trying to get his attention. His head tilted to the side, another groan leaving him. I looked at the back of his head and the sides, not seeing any injuries. Blood pooled beneath him, and I gasped. 

His back is bare, and we landed on the road! Paramedics rushed to us, and I told them about his back. They laid him on his stomach on a stretcher, my hand held tightly in his. "Sean..." he groaned, trying to look at me. 

"It's okay Taylor, it's gonna be okay." Tears filled my eyes as I saw the damage on his back. He moaned in pain as the ambulance rushed to the hospital. I whispered to him and kissed his hand as we drove, trying to distract him from the pain. We finally arrived and I was ushered to stay in the waiting room. 

He called out to me as they took him away, his voice cracking with the effort. I paced around the room as I waited, my leg jumping impatiently. After hours of waiting, I was finally able to see him. I rushed into his room, holding gently onto his hand. "He's asleep right now, but he should wake up in a few hours." 

I nodded and she left, my attention never leaving him. He was laid on his stomach, his back wrapped in bandages. I kissed his knuckles, sighing in relief and knowing he'll be okay. The door opened and and a nurse walked in, checking his bandages and the machines before writing on her clipboard and leaving again.