Sweet Talker || Taylor Hawkins Fanfiction ||

Chapter 8 - Off to the Races

Taylor woke up with the worse hangover. His head was pulsating and the headache that took over was making him nuts. He rolled to one side, then the other, put a pillow over his head, hoping that any of his moves would resolve the situation, at least a little bit. Not necessary to say that it didn't work right?

He tried to get up but failed miserably, just accepting there was nothing he could do besides laying under the covers with his AC as cold as possible, wishing to fall asleep deep until his body recovered from the slow death that was being hangover. But as said before, the headache was unbearable so it motivated him enough to at least get an aspirin before cozying up in his bed once again.

Taylor took a deep breath and sat down, taking a look at his empty, dark, cold hotel room. He couldn't help but feel disappointed that Tessa wasn't there. His last memory was falling asleep with her hand stroking his head. How he missed sleeping so well, he was thankful she gave him that, without even knowing. He looked to the side and turned on the lamp next to him, immediately groaning unhappily to the light blinding him. When he finally got used to not being in the deep dark he saw a note along with an advil and an apple.

"My brother used to say there's nothing better for a hangover than an advil and an apple
I get the advil but like
Apple?
I mean, why not a peach or a mango or any other fruit?
Why an APPLE
He used to tell me apples clean your body ? Gets rid of the nausea and shit
It actually works trust me
Ps: don't know why I made an entire story out of a hangover
Ps2: hope you feel better to at least text me, ass face
Ps3: your puke is disgusting

Tessie."

Taylor couldn't believe she actually made him laugh in the middle of a hangover and without even being there. He took the advil and ate the apple in bed as he watch the mess that was his room. He also noticed that the couch had a blanket and a pillow. Did she sleep there? He had no idea.

Taylor sat there, thinking of how he messed up so bad the other night. He wanted to punch himself for not calling, for not seeming to care enough. He thought about the soft touch of Tessa's hand, on her beautiful way too long hair (how wasn't she tripping on the damn thing), how her eyes filled him up and stuffed it with a feeling of pure and utter joy, those damn tourmaline eyes. He just wished he could look one more time and gaze into those two little olivish eyes.

He joined all the forces he had to get up and take a bath. He remembered everything from last night, feeling a mist of embarrassment, defeat and...nostalgia? There was a dirty towel on the floor, he remembered Tessa saying something about missing the hot water. Maybe sua took a bath. "Oh boy I really did blackout" he said putting his hand on his head.

The bath helped out with the hangover. He sat on the floor feeling the hot water burning his back. Taylor brushed his teeth and look at himself in the mirror. "Damn I look old" he thought seeing the lines on his forehead, he hated the bags under his eyes and the lines on the edge of the eyes. He hated feeling old. Even though most of the time he felt good about himself, on mornings like that, he felt like an old piece of garbage.

Why was Tessa interested? He had no idea. He knew she was a fan but didn't act like one, Tessa was just a chill girl, full of jokes and charisma. She wasn't trying to fill his ego, to make him like her, she was just herself, her unique, crazy, authentic self and that scared the shit out of Taylor. All the other girls he had being with since Alison were mostly interested in his wealth or the fact that he was a rockstar, they'd act the way they thought he'd like, say things they thought he'd enjoy, it was depressing to him and it always ended up on numerous one night stands, mostly trying to fill the void inside of him, to not be so alone all the time. Many times Taylor would talk non stop, not because he wanted to talk, but because he was too afraid to let the silence take all the air and suffocate him with the loneliness that it brings along with the lack of noise. Taylor was terrified of being alone. He'd always have someone to come back to and now he'd come back to an empty hotel room.