New "Song to Sing" Chapter!!!!!

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Title/Chapter: Song to Sing (04/??)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: Zac / OFC: Olivia
Genre: Love / Romance / AU
Rating: Light R
P.O.V.: first person, switches back and forth but is clearly marked.
Notes: This is written for the Hanfic Genre Challenge
Other Notes: Sequel to Collide
More Notes: So this is the fifth installment of this story, I have reached the challenge mark of five chapters posted! So this story will be going on hold for a bit while I work on my Glamberts Big Bang fic. I need a lot more words in little less than a month, so I really need to work on that. But this story will not be forgotten and will probably be written whenever I'm having writer's block on my GBB. Thanks for reading!
Word Count: 2,785 (my birth date!)
Warning: a little strong language.
Previous Chapters
Summary: After The Walk Tour ‘08, Olivia and the rest of Late Night Romance move down to Tulsa so Olivia can be with Zac. After entering her second trimester, there’s a tragic loss that sends Olivia in to a devastating depression that puts a huge strain on her relationship with Zac. Will they be able to overcome this hardship or will it destroy them?

 

CHAPTER FOUR

OLIVIA’S POV

It’s been days, almost a week, since Zac stormed out. I haven’t been able to get him on the phone at all. But at least I know where he is, he’s camped out at Taylor’s and Natalie’s for the time being while I’m cooped up in this giant house all by myself. Aaron and I aren’t speaking either and that makes things that much more worse. Finally after what seems like the millionth time I’ve called Zac today, I get showered and dressed and head on over to Taylor’s house. I’m determined to tell Zac what really happened, even if I don’t get the results I’m hoping for.

Taylor doesn’t seem surprised to see me when he answers the door. In fact, he looks almost relieved. He pulls me in to the house, wrapping me in a tight hug. “Thank god you’re here!” he exclaims.

I laugh lightly as I hug him back. “Has your brother been that bad?” I ask.

Taylor lets go of me, shutting the front door and nods. “He’s heart-broken, Liv,” he tells me.

I look down at my feet feeling completely ashamed. “I know,” I murmur, a tear dripping from my eye. Taylor tilts my chin up so I have to look at him. He wipes gently at the tears that continue to fall slowly down my face.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he says. “I get it. You needed some comfort and it just happened.” I nod in agreement. “I don’t know if this can be fixed. But what I do know, is that you have to try your damnedest to fix this. You two are meant for each other. I know in my heart that you’re soul mates and the two of you will never be more in love than you are when you’re together.”

“You really think so?” I ask quietly.

Taylor nods. “You’re meant to be together,” he says. “You’ll never be happy with other people. I know it for sure.”

I chew my bottom lip for a moment before asking, “Do you think he’ll see me? I mean, he won’t answer any of my calls. I’ve been calling so often he could probably get me for stalking.”

Taylor chuckles quietly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make him see you. Even if I have to tie him to a chair. You make yourself comfortable in the living room and I’ll go get him, okay?” I nod as Taylor steers me towards the couch. I sit down and watch his retreating form.

　

TAYLOR’S POV

I sit Olivia down on the couch and then make my way upstairs to the guest room. Luckily Natalie and my mom have taken the kids out for the day because I’m fairly sure things are about to get loud. I knock heavily against the wooden door and then peek my head inside. “Zac?” I ask. He grunts in return from somewhere under the mess of blankets on the bed. “Someone’s here to see you,” I tell him.

“Tell Mom I don’t want to see her,” he says, his head coming out from hiding.

“It’s not Mom,” I reply.

“Then who is it?”

“Guess.”

Zac’s jaw tenses and he grinds out through his teeth, “I don’t want to see that cheating bitch either.”

I clench my hands in to fists at my sides and quickly count to ten in my head, trying not to blow up. “Zac, just let her explain. I’m sure there’s more to it than what you saw,” I tell him.

“Doubt it,” my brother mutters.

“Look, if you don’t get your ass out of that bed and down to that living room, I’m tying you to that bed and letting her up here so you have to listen to her,” I threaten. “Now, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” Zac mumbles under his breath and I know it’s nothing polite as he untangles himself from the blankets. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and stares at me.

“I’m up,” he says.

“Yeah, and I’m going to escort you downstairs. Now put some clothes on,” I command. My younger brother does that mumbling thing again and pulls on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then I make him lead the way downstairs. Once he’s stationed in the living room with Olivia, I let them have their privacy. But I stay nearby in the kitchen in case things should explode.

　

OLIVIA’S POV

Taylor ushers Zac in to the living room where I’m still stationed on the couch. Zac looks a mess, his hair greasy and disheveled, his clothes wrinkled beyond belief. I wonder if he’s been sleeping in them. Zac just stands there, arms crossed over his broad chest as Taylor leaves the room. “Do you, um, want to sit?” I ask nervously. Zac just shakes his head. “Could you at least come closer so I don’t feel like I’m yelling across the room at you?” Zac huffs and pads his way across the carpet, stopping in front of the coffee table. “Thanks,” I murmur.

I look down at my hands, clasped tightly in my lap. “So are you going to talk or not?” I jump at the sound of Zac’s rough voice.

I look up at him in surprise. “I um, yeah, I just…” I stop and take a deep breath. “What you saw the other day, there’s more to it than that.” I wait for Zac to say something but he doesn’t. So I continue, a thousand butterflies fluttering around in my belly.

“After you left, I called Aaron,” I tell him. “He came over and I told him what happened and he was only there to comfort me. But I was just so upset, so sad and things just happened. We didn’t mean for it to happen and it was a complete mistake. I never… I never intended for it to happen.” My eyes burn with tears as I stare at the stony faced man that I’m trying to win back. But I can tell it’s not working. He doesn’t even need to say anything.

“I just… I don’t know what to say or do to make it up to you,” I tell him. “I will do anything to make it up to you. Anything you could ever ask of me, I’d do it just to make things right. Just tell me, Zac, I’ll do it. Please, just tell me.”

“There’s nothing you can do,” he says, his voice gravely.

“There has to be something. Anything, you name it,” I plead.

“No,” Zac replies. “There’s nothing you can do. You’ve fucked this up royally, Olivia. I can’t… I can’t even stand to be this close to you right now. You need to leave. I don’t want to see you or talk to you. We’re over. For good. I promise you that.”

My eyes sting painfully and the tears flow down my cheeks like rapids. I quickly stand up and make my way around the table to the younger man. “Please, Zac, don’t do this,” I whimper as I reach for him. He takes a step back and shakes his head.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” he growls. “Don’t touch me with those hands that were all over that bastard.”

I move closer to him, pleading, even thinking about getting down on my knees. “Please, Zac, please. I just… we can work this out. I know we can. We can fix this. Just, please. Lets just try.”

Zac shakes his head again and turns on his heel, walking out of the room. I bury my face in my hands, sobbing. Then I feel strong arms wrap around me. I can smell the scent of coffee and I instantly know it’s Taylor. I wind my arms around his middle and bury my face in his t-shirt. He holds on to me tightly, letting me cry. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “We’ll figure something out. I’m not letting you guys be miserable for the rest of your lives. I promise I’ll get you back together.”

“Thank you,” I murmur after a while. I’ve calmed down enough that I think I can drive back home, although I’m not sure it’ll be my home for much longer.

“I’ll get you through this,” Taylor promises.

I nod, wiping my face on the back of my hands. “I um, I’m going to get going now,” I tell him. “I just… I don’t think it’s going to work, Tay. I think I’ve hurt him too badly.”

The older blond puts his hands on my shoulders and stares deeply in to my eyes. “You can’t give up hope,” he says firmly. “If you give up your hope, than there’s nothing left to fight for. And I know you feel he’s worth fighting for.”

I nod. “He’s worth my blood, sweat and tears.”

“Then don’t give up hope,” Taylor tells me. “Keep holding on and we’ll get you through this. We’ll get you back together. I promise I will do everything in my power, Sweetheart. I hate seeing the two of you so miserable. I’m going to fix this for you guys.”

I hug Taylor tightly. “Thanks, Tay. Thanks for everything.”

“It’s no problem,” he replies. Then he walks me out to my car.

As I leave Taylor’s house, I plan on going home, but apparently my subconscious has other ideas as it has led me straight to Aaron’s and Chuck’s rental house. I sit in the driveway for a moment, just staring up at the beautiful blue house. Then I take a deep breath and climb from my car.

I slowly walk up the driveway and to the side door, where I hesitate before knocking. Luckily it’s Chuck that answers the door. “Liv,” he says in surprise. “What are you doing here? I thought you and Aaron were on the outs.”

I nod. “I wasn’t planning on coming here, but I just sort of ended up in your driveway when I was really trying to go home,” I explain. Chuck nods and steps back to let me in the house.

“Are you here for me?” he asks. “Because I really hope you’re here to make up with Aaron. He’s been really upset. What happened between you two anyway?”

I sigh as Chuck leads me in to the kitchen. I sit down at the bar and rub my hands through my hair. “We uh, we kind of slept together.”

Chuck’s eyes bulge, looking like they’re going to pop right out of the sockets. “You what?!” he exclaims.

I cringe. “Yeah, I know. It was stupid,” I tell him. “But it happened and there’s really nothing I can do about it now. But… I need my best friend back.” I look down at my hands, trying not to cry.

Chuck reaches across the granite countertop and places his hand on top of mine. “I’m sure the two of you will make up just like always,” he assures me. I can only nod, not trusting myself to say anything. “How are things going with Zac? Have you been able to get him on the phone or anything?”

I sigh and look up at the guitarist. “No, but I went to Tay’s and I managed to talk to him. He doesn’t want me back. He said there’s nothing I can do to fix this,” I explain. I sigh again. “But Taylor’s got my back. He’s going to try to get Zac to forgive me and get us back together. He believes we’re soul mates and we’ll always be miserable if we aren’t together.”

“I agree,” Chuck says. “It’s kind of obvious how much you two belong together.”

I quirk an eyebrow at my friend. “Really?”

Chuck nods. “Of course. Everyone sees it. That’s why Aaron never interfered and told you how he felt.”

I nod. “I still can’t believe he’s in love with me. Why didn’t I ever see it? I’m usually so perceptive with those things.”

“He was good at hiding it,” my friend tells me. “I only knew because he got drunk one night and spilled the beans to me.” I nod again.

After a moment of silence I turn my gaze to Chuck’s. “You think he’ll see me?” I ask, butterflies beginning to swarm my stomach.

Chuck smiles gently. “I think so. I think he wants to make up just as much as you do. I just think he’s too stubborn to make the first move.”

I laugh lightly. “Well, if I hadn’t been practically stalking Zac, I would have come sooner.”

Chuck nods. “Go on upstairs, he’s in his room. He hardly ever leaves that place anymore.” I wince, knowing it’s because of me. I sigh, squeezing my band mates hand, and head for the second floor.

I knock softly on Aaron’s bedroom door. I hear a grunt from inside and take that as my cue to enter. “Aaron?” I say quietly as I poke my head inside the room. It’s a disaster. It looks like he hasn’t cleaned up in weeks, dirty clothes thrown around the room and crumpled up pieces of paper everywhere.

“Liv?” Aaron asks, his head popping up from the mass of blankets on the bed. I smile fondly but nervously at him.

“Hey,” I murmur, moving further in to the room.

“What are you doing here?” Aaron asks, sitting up with a frown on his face. He’s bare-chested and it reminds me of our night together, sending a shiver down my spine. It was the first time I had felt something other than sadness or numbness since losing the baby. I had enjoyed our time together, but it was so wrong.

I move closer to my friend. “Can I sit?” I ask, gesturing to the bed. Aaron nods. I sit on the edge of the bed, sitting about a foot away from him. Something that feels so odd as we’re usually cuddled up together when we’re sitting together.

“So?” Aaron prompts.

I take a deep breath. “I’m here because I miss you,” I explain. “I don’t like fighting with you. Never have. I want my best friend back.”

“Even after all that’s happened?” Aaron asks.

I nod. “What happened is in the past. We can’t change it,” I tell him. “We can only move forward and I’d really like to move forward with my best friend at my side. And besides, I miss playing in the band and we can’t start playing again if we’re on bad terms, ya know?”

Aaron’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Wait, you want to start playing again?” I grin and nod. “But you haven’t wanted to do anything with music since… well, you know.”

My grin gets bigger as I nod again. I shrug. “What can I say? Misery is a great inspiration for music. Besides, I’ve been talking with Dr. Sparrow and she thought I might benefit from getting back in to the things I used to like to do before the depression.”

“I’m all for that,” Aaron tells me. “Anything to help you feel better, anything to get you through this damn depression. I hate seeing you so miserable.”

“I’d be less miserable if we made up,” I reply. Aaron grins and holds his arms open to me. I crawl over to him and bury myself in his embrace, my nose picking up his familiar scent of cologne. “I’ve missed you,” I murmur, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. The familiarity of his cologne is quite soothing.

“I’ve missed you too,” he whispers kissing my head. “I’ve been so miserable without my best friend.”

“Me too,” I tell him honestly. “It’s like, this horrible thing happened with me and Zac and then I didn’t have you for support. It’s been so hard.”

“Well I’m here now,” Aaron tells me. “I’ll help you in any way I can. You two belong together.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me,” I reply.

“Because it’s true.”

I sigh and pull back enough to look at my raven-haired friend. “Is it?” I ask.

He nods, brushing my hair back from my face. “What we did was completely stupid. Not saying I didn’t enjoy it entirely, but I’m not the one you belong with. I’m not the one you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with. Well, you are, but just not in that way. Not as partners in life. That’s Zac’s job.”

“Thanks for believing that,” I say quietly.

Aaron gives me a tight squeeze. “I believe in your happiness, Sweet Pea, and I know you can only have that with one man and that man is Zachary Hanson.”

I sigh. “Now to get him to believe that.”


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