New "These Memories" Chapter!
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: These Memories, I Still Feel Them on My Lips (02/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor, Taylor/Natalie
Rating: G-ish (parts are individually rated)
Notes: Takes place in the year 2009
P.O.V.:First Person, Zac Hanson
Previous Chapters
Summary: After a falling-out between the two youngest members of the brotherly trio, Hanson, the band is no more. Zac and Taylor will not speak to each other, nor have they in over two years. But when one of them falls ill and only has three days to live, will the other come running back with open arms? Or will he say, Good Riddance?
PART TWO
+ December 27, 2007 +
Taylor's sitting by the fire, the only light in the room shining from the Christmas tree. The flames in the fireplace flicker and dance, sending light and shadow across my brother's face. His hair glows like a halo from the fire-light and his skin looks like porcelain. He seems so peaceful, just sitting there staring into the flames. I swallow hard against the lump in my throat, not wanting to disturb him.
I turn to leave the room, deciding I can wait till morning to deliver the bad news. But the floor creaks under my weight and disrupts the quiet peace.
"Zac?" he asks. I turn back towards him.
"Hey," I whisper moving into the room. Taylor holds his hand out to me.
"Come. Sit," he says. I shuffle over to him, taking his hand, and sit on the floor beside him. He rests his head against my shoulder, lacing our fingers together.
"What are you doing up so late?" he asks. "I thought everyone was asleep."
"I... Kate called," I whisper.
I feel Taylor's body go rigid.
"Oh?" he says. I nod.
"Yeah."
"What'd she want?" he asks. From the sound of his voice I know he's only asking to be conversational.
"She's pregnant," I tell him quietly.
Slowly, Taylor pulls his hand from my grasp and sits back a little.
"I guess you can have that perfect All-American family you've always wanted," he says stiffly.
"Tay," I whisper.
"Don't," he hisses, his blue eyes glinting from the glow of the flames. "I don't want to hear it," he tells me slowly. "I don't want to know what you were thinking. I don't want an apology. I just want you gone... For good."
"Tay, Baby, you can't be serious," I say reaching out for him.
He pushes me away.
"I am completely and utterly serious!" he growls. "As serious as a frickin' heart-attack!" Then he turns away from me, scrubbing his face hard with his hands. The slump of his shoulders makes him look like he's lost all his fight, like he's tired and broken.
I made him look that way.
Then Taylor looks at me, tears on his face. I put those tears there.
"You need to leave, Zac," Taylor tells me firmly but quietly.
"Please, Tay, just let me explain," I plead.
"No," Taylor replies firmly. "I don't want some stupid explanation. I just want you gone."
He stands up then and crosses the room to the door. He stops at the threshold, his hand on the door frame.
"I'm going to bed now," he says, his back to me. "And when I get up in the morning, you are not to be here. This is the end, Zac. It's over. I don't want to see you again... Ever. So please, just go back to Kate and have your little baby and your perfect family. But remember I won't be there because the All-American family doesn't include the husband's lover who just so happens to be the husband's brother."
Taylor pauses a moment, but I dare not speak. He takes a deep breath and whispers,
"I hope your life will be as miserable as mine's going to be." He hangs his head as he walks away, disappearing in to the pitch black hall.
I lay down right where I am in front of the crackling fire and cry for a few good hours. When I've calmed down, I gather all my things together and put them in my cold car. Then I head back in the house for one last goodbye.
I quietly open Taylor's bedroom door. He looks like he's asleep, but he's not. I can tell by the flutter of his eyelashes against his cheeks. He's trying to look at me with his eyes open as little as possible in hopes that I won't notice and think he's asleep. But I know him too well to fall for that trick.
I sigh. "Tay, I know you're awake." His eyes squeeze shut tightly at my sentence. "Look, I've got all my stuff packed and in the car. But I just wanted to tell you that... I'll always love you. No matter what. And maybe when you've had time to cool down, you'll let me explain everything to you. If you knew the whole story... Well, maybe you'd change your mind."
Taylor doesn't acknowledge me, so I turn and walk away. I walk away from his room. I walk out of the house. Then I climb in my car and drive away, not looking back.
& & &
I wake up crying in my bed. That dream, or memory rather, was the last time I had seen Taylor. That was the last time I'd spoken to him.
Taylor's t-shirt is still gripped tightly in my hand. I bring the soft cotton to my face and cry. I've got a few more hours before I have to go to the hospital. A few more hours before I have to see Taylor for the first time in years.
Stay Tuned for Part Three!
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Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor, Taylor/Natalie
Rating: G-ish (parts are individually rated)
Notes: Takes place in the year 2009
P.O.V.:First Person, Zac Hanson
Previous Chapters
Summary: After a falling-out between the two youngest members of the brotherly trio, Hanson, the band is no more. Zac and Taylor will not speak to each other, nor have they in over two years. But when one of them falls ill and only has three days to live, will the other come running back with open arms? Or will he say, Good Riddance?
PART TWO
+ December 27, 2007 +
Taylor's sitting by the fire, the only light in the room shining from the Christmas tree. The flames in the fireplace flicker and dance, sending light and shadow across my brother's face. His hair glows like a halo from the fire-light and his skin looks like porcelain. He seems so peaceful, just sitting there staring into the flames. I swallow hard against the lump in my throat, not wanting to disturb him.
I turn to leave the room, deciding I can wait till morning to deliver the bad news. But the floor creaks under my weight and disrupts the quiet peace.
"Zac?" he asks. I turn back towards him.
"Hey," I whisper moving into the room. Taylor holds his hand out to me.
"Come. Sit," he says. I shuffle over to him, taking his hand, and sit on the floor beside him. He rests his head against my shoulder, lacing our fingers together.
"What are you doing up so late?" he asks. "I thought everyone was asleep."
"I... Kate called," I whisper.
I feel Taylor's body go rigid.
"Oh?" he says. I nod.
"Yeah."
"What'd she want?" he asks. From the sound of his voice I know he's only asking to be conversational.
"She's pregnant," I tell him quietly.
Slowly, Taylor pulls his hand from my grasp and sits back a little.
"I guess you can have that perfect All-American family you've always wanted," he says stiffly.
"Tay," I whisper.
"Don't," he hisses, his blue eyes glinting from the glow of the flames. "I don't want to hear it," he tells me slowly. "I don't want to know what you were thinking. I don't want an apology. I just want you gone... For good."
"Tay, Baby, you can't be serious," I say reaching out for him.
He pushes me away.
"I am completely and utterly serious!" he growls. "As serious as a frickin' heart-attack!" Then he turns away from me, scrubbing his face hard with his hands. The slump of his shoulders makes him look like he's lost all his fight, like he's tired and broken.
I made him look that way.
Then Taylor looks at me, tears on his face. I put those tears there.
"You need to leave, Zac," Taylor tells me firmly but quietly.
"Please, Tay, just let me explain," I plead.
"No," Taylor replies firmly. "I don't want some stupid explanation. I just want you gone."
He stands up then and crosses the room to the door. He stops at the threshold, his hand on the door frame.
"I'm going to bed now," he says, his back to me. "And when I get up in the morning, you are not to be here. This is the end, Zac. It's over. I don't want to see you again... Ever. So please, just go back to Kate and have your little baby and your perfect family. But remember I won't be there because the All-American family doesn't include the husband's lover who just so happens to be the husband's brother."
Taylor pauses a moment, but I dare not speak. He takes a deep breath and whispers,
"I hope your life will be as miserable as mine's going to be." He hangs his head as he walks away, disappearing in to the pitch black hall.
I lay down right where I am in front of the crackling fire and cry for a few good hours. When I've calmed down, I gather all my things together and put them in my cold car. Then I head back in the house for one last goodbye.
I quietly open Taylor's bedroom door. He looks like he's asleep, but he's not. I can tell by the flutter of his eyelashes against his cheeks. He's trying to look at me with his eyes open as little as possible in hopes that I won't notice and think he's asleep. But I know him too well to fall for that trick.
I sigh. "Tay, I know you're awake." His eyes squeeze shut tightly at my sentence. "Look, I've got all my stuff packed and in the car. But I just wanted to tell you that... I'll always love you. No matter what. And maybe when you've had time to cool down, you'll let me explain everything to you. If you knew the whole story... Well, maybe you'd change your mind."
Taylor doesn't acknowledge me, so I turn and walk away. I walk away from his room. I walk out of the house. Then I climb in my car and drive away, not looking back.
& & &
I wake up crying in my bed. That dream, or memory rather, was the last time I had seen Taylor. That was the last time I'd spoken to him.
Taylor's t-shirt is still gripped tightly in my hand. I bring the soft cotton to my face and cry. I've got a few more hours before I have to go to the hospital. A few more hours before I have to see Taylor for the first time in years.
Stay Tuned for Part Three!
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