New "Super Nanny" Chapter!
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Super Nanny (20/?)
Author: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [Liza]
Rating: R - strong language
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [Liza]
Notes: AU-ish. The story starts February 2007 while the guys are on tour.
Summary: When Taylor loses his only daughter at a concert one night, a good Samaritan comes to his rescue...in more ways than one.
Dedication: Anyone still reading :)
Previous Chapters
SONG CREDIT
Song: Potential Breakup Song
Author/Band: Aly Michalka, AJ Michalka, Antonina Armato, Tim James for Aly & AJ
Album: Insomniatic
CHAPTER TWENTY
When I first decided to sing tonight I thought I had my song all picked out. But now that Taylor is introducing me as Hanson's special guest Super Nanny as if nothing happened, I've completely changed my mind. As we meet half-way, the blue-eyed singer smiles and hugs me. I just want to kick him. But I resist the urge and pick up a guitar.
As I step up to my microphone, I untangle my long hair from the guitar strap and make sure the instrument is in tune. Then I look out at the crowd and for a moment I don't know what to say. I lick my lips and take a deep breath.
"This is for...a boy." I take another breath and begin to play.
"It took too long. It took too long. It took too long for you to call back. And normally I would just forget that. Except for the fact it was my birthday. My stupid birthday.
"I played along. I played along. I played along. Rolled right off my back. But obviously my armor was cracked. What kind of a boyfriend would forget that? Who would forget that?
"The type of guy who doesn't see, what he has until she leaves. Don't let me go. 'Cuz without me you know you're lost. Wise up now or pay the cost. Soon you will know...
"You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' with me. You're not winnin' - 'til you're winnin. Winnin' me. You're not gettin' - 'til you're gettin. Gettin' me. You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' for me.
"This is the potential breakup song. Our album needs just one. Oh Baby please, please tell me.
"We got along. We got along. We got along until you did that. Now all I want is just my stuff back. Do you get that? Let me repeat that. I want my stuff back.
"You can send it in a box. I don't care, just drop it off. I won't be home. 'Cuz without me you know you're lost. Minus you I'm better off. Soon you will know...
"You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' with me. You're not winnin' - 'til you're winnin. Winnin' me. You're not gettin' - 'til you're gettin. Gettin' me. You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' for me.
"You can try, you can try. But you know I know it'd be a lie. Without me you're gonna die. So you better think clearly, clearly, before you nearly, nearly, bust up the situation that you're gonna miss dearly, dearly. Come on!
"You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' with me. You're not winnin' - 'til you're winnin. Winnin' me. You're not gettin' - 'til you're gettin. Gettin' me. You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' for me.
"This is the potential breakup song. Our album needs just one. Oh Baby please, please tell me. This is the potential makeup song. Please just admit you're wrong. Which will it be, which will it be?"
The crowd cheers for me when I finish, sending a wave of pride through me. As I walk by, Taylor grabs me by the wrist. I give him the coldest glare I can muster and wrench myself from his grasp. Then I walk away without a backwards glance.
I go back to the dressing room and check my phone for messages. There's one from my mom, one from Alanna and, surprisingly, one from Aaron. It seems like it's been months since I've talked to him. But, really, it's only been a few weeks. I think the last conversation we had was the day before Taylor's birthday.
"Hey, Liza. It's, um, Aaron. We haven't talked in, like, three weeks. So I was just calling to see how you are and what's up and...yeah. So um... Call me." I shake my head at his awkwardness and save the message. Then I scroll through my contacts until I find his number and hit send.
After the third ring, Aaron answers.
"Hello?" At the sound of his voice my cheeks flood with heat.
"Hey, Aaron," I say shyly.
"Liza!" Aaron exclaims. "Hey! I take it you got my message?" I nod, then realize he can't see me.
"Yeah, I called as soon as I listened to it." There's a beat of silence. "So what have you been up to? Play any good shows lately?"
"We played Drifters last weekend," he tells me. "It was kind of weird that you weren't there snapping pictures and singing along. It was, like, the first show we've played there in the past year and a half that you weren't at." I grin to myself.
"Actually it's the second."
"When was the first time?"
"November 5th, 2005. It was about a month after my first MK show."
"You remember the actual date?!" Aaron sounds beyond shocked.
I blush and am grateful for the hundreds of miles and many state borders separating us.
"Well, um, there were three different shows I wanted to be at that night. MK in Nashua. Simple Plan in Lowell and the one in Hampton Beach that I actually went to." I play with the charm hanging off my neck, sliding it back and forth on the chain.
"Why do I have the feeling that you totally side-stepped the name of the band on purpose?" Aaron asks. I sigh.
"Because I totally did."
"Did you just mock me?" I giggle a little. "I swear, if I was there..." The sentence just hangs in the air.
"What?" I whisper. "What would you do if you were here?" Damnit! I'm flirting with him. I can be so stupid sometimes.
"Hey now. Don't change the subject," Aaron says. "Now what band did you stand me up for? Is it someone really embarrassing like an Elvis impersonator?" I can see the look on his face, see him wiggling his eyebrows. I can picture the way the light must be glinting off the tiny silver studs piercing his lower lip.
I bite my own lip and try to shake the image from my mind.
"If you really have to know, I skipped you for Hanson," I tell him. Then quickly add, "But I bought the tickets in September before I had even heard of you guys. So, you know, you can't really blame me." I frown and chew on my lip.
Aaron chuckles lightly.
"You're ditching me for them again," he says. I can't tell by his tone if he's teasing or not. Silence ensues.
After a moment, Aaron speaks up.
"Look, I didn't mean--"
"I know," I interrupt. "It's just... Tonight, I wish I wasn't ditching you."
"Liza, what's wrong?" the bassist asks. I sigh and tell him everything that happened previously.
When I finish there's a moment of silence. Then Aaron speaks.
"You need to tell Taylor about Athan," he says. "At least tell him part of the story." My eyes sting with tears.
"I can't," I whisper, shaking my head. "The thought of telling him completely terrifies me. And just... imagining the look he's going to give me...That look... I don't think I could handle it. I just, I couldn't." I rub my forehead with the pads of my fingers.
"You don't need to tell him everything at once. Tell him in stages," Aaron suggests. "But you need to tell him something." I take a shaky breath.
"But what if he...what if he's completely disgusted? What if he kicks me off the tour?" My eyes keep stinging with unshed tears.
I hear Aaron sigh.
"You're way too pessimistic, you know that?"
"Can't help it," I mutter, picking at my jeans. "Every time I've told a guy the story, they freak out and leave before we can even call what we're doing a relationship."
"But isn't Taylor different than those other guys?" Aaron asks. I sigh.
"Yeah, he is. I think that's partly why I'm so scared." I shrug. "I don't want to lose him." I chew on my lip waiting for Aaron's response.
Finally he takes a breath and says,
"You're not going to lose him."
"You don't know that," I reply, a bite to my words.
"If he loves you the way I do, you're not going to lose him. Alright?" I sigh.
"Alright."
Aaron and I talk for a while longer until the tour manager, Rebecca, comes in to tell me to start packing up. The brothers are going to be ready to go soon. So I pack up my things and go down to the car to wait.
When we get back to the Bryant's, Taylor and I check on the kids before heading to our room. I go straight for my pajamas then the bathroom to change. When I come back, Taylor's sitting on the bed in only his boxers, seemingly waiting for me.
"I suppose you want to talk?" I say putting my clothes away.
"Yeah, I do," Taylor responds. "What was with that song?"
I sit down on the bed next to my boyfriend. His eyes look angry.
"I was mad," I say with a shrug. I look down at the blankets, tracing the pattern with my fingertip.
"Who's Athan?" Taylor asks calmly. My eyes fill with tears that there's no holding back.
I wipe at the salt water dripping down my cheek and look up at the blond singer.
"Athan is--was, my son," I say. There's a silent moment in which Taylor studies me as if trying to gauge the truth to my statement. When he still doesn't speak, I do.
"You don't believe me?" I ask. Taylor's eyes flit back and forth between mine. He still doesn't say anything and it fills me with anger.
I punch Taylor in the shoulder, making him flinch.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I exclaim. "I get up the fucking courage to tell you I had a son and you can't say anything?!" Taylor's mouth opens and closes a few times but he doesn't speak. Tears pour from my eyes. I can't believe this is his reaction.
"Taylor...I had a child," I tell him. "A child that didn't make it to his first birthday!" I bury my face in my hands and cry.
After a moment I feel the bed shift and Taylor's strong arms wrap around me. Even though I'm pissed at him, I can't help accepting his comfort. I lean into him, letting him pull me close.
"What happened?" he whispers.
I sniff loudly and hiccup.
"About-about a month before his first-first birthday we got into a car accident," I explain. "The doctors worked on him for such a long time. But...but it didn't help. He...he died." I sob loudly, clutching at Taylor tightly. He kisses my head and strokes my hair. He tries his best to soothe me and I'm grateful for it.
By the time I've calmed down, Taylor and I are laying under the blankets, my head on his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around my back. He gives my back a rub and sighs.
"Are you okay now?" he asks quietly. I nod and lift my head to look at him.
"What about you?"
Taylor runs his hand through his hair.
"Honestly? I have no fucking clue," he says. "How am I supposed to feel? That's some pretty heavy shit you just told me and I... I was doubting you. I can't believe I was doubting you. I'm so sorry, Liza. Wha-what can I do to make it up to you?"
I shake my head.
"Tay... You don't need to do anything. You really don't," I tell him. Then I sit up and cross my legs Indian style. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I speak. "I've been on tour with you guys for almost two months and there's still so much we haven't learned about each other. I mean, it's not like I've really been all that forthcoming about my life. But you. I know more about you from what you've said in interviews and what-not. I'm more or less a stranger." I shrug and look down at my hands.
Taylor sits up then and covers my hand with his.
"You're not a stranger," he says. "You're the woman I love." He brushes my hair back from my face and tilts my chin up so I'm looking at him. "We have all the time in the world to tell each other our life stories." I lick over my dry lips.
"It's just, I've come to realize that you hardly know me at all." Taylor frowns, a sad look haunting his baby blues.
"That doesn't mean anything," he whispers.
"Yeah, it does," I reply. "It means a lot." Taylor's frown deepens.
"What are you trying to say?" I shrug, looking down at the bed.
"I'm not sure." I sniff and wipe at my eyes. Taylor reaches up to cup the side of my face in his hand. I pull away from the touch, getting to my feet.
"I, I've gotta..." I shake my head, unable to finish my sentence, and leave the room.
I head down the hall to Zac's bedroom and climb into the twin-sized bed. I snuggle into the drummer's bare chest, hearing him moan quietly. Then I feel him shift.
"Liza? Is that you?" he asks, his voice groggy with sleep. All I can do is nod. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.
"It's gonna be okay," he whispers. i press closer to his strong torso and pull the blankets tighter around my shoulders. Then I close my eyes, falling into a world of tormented dreams.
Comments anyone?
Author: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [Liza]
Rating: R - strong language
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC [Liza]
Notes: AU-ish. The story starts February 2007 while the guys are on tour.
Summary: When Taylor loses his only daughter at a concert one night, a good Samaritan comes to his rescue...in more ways than one.
Dedication: Anyone still reading :)
Previous Chapters
SONG CREDIT
Song: Potential Breakup Song
Author/Band: Aly Michalka, AJ Michalka, Antonina Armato, Tim James for Aly & AJ
Album: Insomniatic
CHAPTER TWENTY
When I first decided to sing tonight I thought I had my song all picked out. But now that Taylor is introducing me as Hanson's special guest Super Nanny as if nothing happened, I've completely changed my mind. As we meet half-way, the blue-eyed singer smiles and hugs me. I just want to kick him. But I resist the urge and pick up a guitar.
As I step up to my microphone, I untangle my long hair from the guitar strap and make sure the instrument is in tune. Then I look out at the crowd and for a moment I don't know what to say. I lick my lips and take a deep breath.
"This is for...a boy." I take another breath and begin to play.
"It took too long. It took too long. It took too long for you to call back. And normally I would just forget that. Except for the fact it was my birthday. My stupid birthday.
"I played along. I played along. I played along. Rolled right off my back. But obviously my armor was cracked. What kind of a boyfriend would forget that? Who would forget that?
"The type of guy who doesn't see, what he has until she leaves. Don't let me go. 'Cuz without me you know you're lost. Wise up now or pay the cost. Soon you will know...
"You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' with me. You're not winnin' - 'til you're winnin. Winnin' me. You're not gettin' - 'til you're gettin. Gettin' me. You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' for me.
"This is the potential breakup song. Our album needs just one. Oh Baby please, please tell me.
"We got along. We got along. We got along until you did that. Now all I want is just my stuff back. Do you get that? Let me repeat that. I want my stuff back.
"You can send it in a box. I don't care, just drop it off. I won't be home. 'Cuz without me you know you're lost. Minus you I'm better off. Soon you will know...
"You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' with me. You're not winnin' - 'til you're winnin. Winnin' me. You're not gettin' - 'til you're gettin. Gettin' me. You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' for me.
"You can try, you can try. But you know I know it'd be a lie. Without me you're gonna die. So you better think clearly, clearly, before you nearly, nearly, bust up the situation that you're gonna miss dearly, dearly. Come on!
"You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' with me. You're not winnin' - 'til you're winnin. Winnin' me. You're not gettin' - 'til you're gettin. Gettin' me. You're not livin' - 'til you're livin. Livin' for me.
"This is the potential breakup song. Our album needs just one. Oh Baby please, please tell me. This is the potential makeup song. Please just admit you're wrong. Which will it be, which will it be?"
The crowd cheers for me when I finish, sending a wave of pride through me. As I walk by, Taylor grabs me by the wrist. I give him the coldest glare I can muster and wrench myself from his grasp. Then I walk away without a backwards glance.
I go back to the dressing room and check my phone for messages. There's one from my mom, one from Alanna and, surprisingly, one from Aaron. It seems like it's been months since I've talked to him. But, really, it's only been a few weeks. I think the last conversation we had was the day before Taylor's birthday.
"Hey, Liza. It's, um, Aaron. We haven't talked in, like, three weeks. So I was just calling to see how you are and what's up and...yeah. So um... Call me." I shake my head at his awkwardness and save the message. Then I scroll through my contacts until I find his number and hit send.
After the third ring, Aaron answers.
"Hello?" At the sound of his voice my cheeks flood with heat.
"Hey, Aaron," I say shyly.
"Liza!" Aaron exclaims. "Hey! I take it you got my message?" I nod, then realize he can't see me.
"Yeah, I called as soon as I listened to it." There's a beat of silence. "So what have you been up to? Play any good shows lately?"
"We played Drifters last weekend," he tells me. "It was kind of weird that you weren't there snapping pictures and singing along. It was, like, the first show we've played there in the past year and a half that you weren't at." I grin to myself.
"Actually it's the second."
"When was the first time?"
"November 5th, 2005. It was about a month after my first MK show."
"You remember the actual date?!" Aaron sounds beyond shocked.
I blush and am grateful for the hundreds of miles and many state borders separating us.
"Well, um, there were three different shows I wanted to be at that night. MK in Nashua. Simple Plan in Lowell and the one in Hampton Beach that I actually went to." I play with the charm hanging off my neck, sliding it back and forth on the chain.
"Why do I have the feeling that you totally side-stepped the name of the band on purpose?" Aaron asks. I sigh.
"Because I totally did."
"Did you just mock me?" I giggle a little. "I swear, if I was there..." The sentence just hangs in the air.
"What?" I whisper. "What would you do if you were here?" Damnit! I'm flirting with him. I can be so stupid sometimes.
"Hey now. Don't change the subject," Aaron says. "Now what band did you stand me up for? Is it someone really embarrassing like an Elvis impersonator?" I can see the look on his face, see him wiggling his eyebrows. I can picture the way the light must be glinting off the tiny silver studs piercing his lower lip.
I bite my own lip and try to shake the image from my mind.
"If you really have to know, I skipped you for Hanson," I tell him. Then quickly add, "But I bought the tickets in September before I had even heard of you guys. So, you know, you can't really blame me." I frown and chew on my lip.
Aaron chuckles lightly.
"You're ditching me for them again," he says. I can't tell by his tone if he's teasing or not. Silence ensues.
After a moment, Aaron speaks up.
"Look, I didn't mean--"
"I know," I interrupt. "It's just... Tonight, I wish I wasn't ditching you."
"Liza, what's wrong?" the bassist asks. I sigh and tell him everything that happened previously.
When I finish there's a moment of silence. Then Aaron speaks.
"You need to tell Taylor about Athan," he says. "At least tell him part of the story." My eyes sting with tears.
"I can't," I whisper, shaking my head. "The thought of telling him completely terrifies me. And just... imagining the look he's going to give me...That look... I don't think I could handle it. I just, I couldn't." I rub my forehead with the pads of my fingers.
"You don't need to tell him everything at once. Tell him in stages," Aaron suggests. "But you need to tell him something." I take a shaky breath.
"But what if he...what if he's completely disgusted? What if he kicks me off the tour?" My eyes keep stinging with unshed tears.
I hear Aaron sigh.
"You're way too pessimistic, you know that?"
"Can't help it," I mutter, picking at my jeans. "Every time I've told a guy the story, they freak out and leave before we can even call what we're doing a relationship."
"But isn't Taylor different than those other guys?" Aaron asks. I sigh.
"Yeah, he is. I think that's partly why I'm so scared." I shrug. "I don't want to lose him." I chew on my lip waiting for Aaron's response.
Finally he takes a breath and says,
"You're not going to lose him."
"You don't know that," I reply, a bite to my words.
"If he loves you the way I do, you're not going to lose him. Alright?" I sigh.
"Alright."
Aaron and I talk for a while longer until the tour manager, Rebecca, comes in to tell me to start packing up. The brothers are going to be ready to go soon. So I pack up my things and go down to the car to wait.
When we get back to the Bryant's, Taylor and I check on the kids before heading to our room. I go straight for my pajamas then the bathroom to change. When I come back, Taylor's sitting on the bed in only his boxers, seemingly waiting for me.
"I suppose you want to talk?" I say putting my clothes away.
"Yeah, I do," Taylor responds. "What was with that song?"
I sit down on the bed next to my boyfriend. His eyes look angry.
"I was mad," I say with a shrug. I look down at the blankets, tracing the pattern with my fingertip.
"Who's Athan?" Taylor asks calmly. My eyes fill with tears that there's no holding back.
I wipe at the salt water dripping down my cheek and look up at the blond singer.
"Athan is--was, my son," I say. There's a silent moment in which Taylor studies me as if trying to gauge the truth to my statement. When he still doesn't speak, I do.
"You don't believe me?" I ask. Taylor's eyes flit back and forth between mine. He still doesn't say anything and it fills me with anger.
I punch Taylor in the shoulder, making him flinch.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I exclaim. "I get up the fucking courage to tell you I had a son and you can't say anything?!" Taylor's mouth opens and closes a few times but he doesn't speak. Tears pour from my eyes. I can't believe this is his reaction.
"Taylor...I had a child," I tell him. "A child that didn't make it to his first birthday!" I bury my face in my hands and cry.
After a moment I feel the bed shift and Taylor's strong arms wrap around me. Even though I'm pissed at him, I can't help accepting his comfort. I lean into him, letting him pull me close.
"What happened?" he whispers.
I sniff loudly and hiccup.
"About-about a month before his first-first birthday we got into a car accident," I explain. "The doctors worked on him for such a long time. But...but it didn't help. He...he died." I sob loudly, clutching at Taylor tightly. He kisses my head and strokes my hair. He tries his best to soothe me and I'm grateful for it.
By the time I've calmed down, Taylor and I are laying under the blankets, my head on his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around my back. He gives my back a rub and sighs.
"Are you okay now?" he asks quietly. I nod and lift my head to look at him.
"What about you?"
Taylor runs his hand through his hair.
"Honestly? I have no fucking clue," he says. "How am I supposed to feel? That's some pretty heavy shit you just told me and I... I was doubting you. I can't believe I was doubting you. I'm so sorry, Liza. Wha-what can I do to make it up to you?"
I shake my head.
"Tay... You don't need to do anything. You really don't," I tell him. Then I sit up and cross my legs Indian style. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I speak. "I've been on tour with you guys for almost two months and there's still so much we haven't learned about each other. I mean, it's not like I've really been all that forthcoming about my life. But you. I know more about you from what you've said in interviews and what-not. I'm more or less a stranger." I shrug and look down at my hands.
Taylor sits up then and covers my hand with his.
"You're not a stranger," he says. "You're the woman I love." He brushes my hair back from my face and tilts my chin up so I'm looking at him. "We have all the time in the world to tell each other our life stories." I lick over my dry lips.
"It's just, I've come to realize that you hardly know me at all." Taylor frowns, a sad look haunting his baby blues.
"That doesn't mean anything," he whispers.
"Yeah, it does," I reply. "It means a lot." Taylor's frown deepens.
"What are you trying to say?" I shrug, looking down at the bed.
"I'm not sure." I sniff and wipe at my eyes. Taylor reaches up to cup the side of my face in his hand. I pull away from the touch, getting to my feet.
"I, I've gotta..." I shake my head, unable to finish my sentence, and leave the room.
I head down the hall to Zac's bedroom and climb into the twin-sized bed. I snuggle into the drummer's bare chest, hearing him moan quietly. Then I feel him shift.
"Liza? Is that you?" he asks, his voice groggy with sleep. All I can do is nod. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.
"It's gonna be okay," he whispers. i press closer to his strong torso and pull the blankets tighter around my shoulders. Then I close my eyes, falling into a world of tormented dreams.
Comments anyone?
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Date: October 16th, 2007 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: October 17th, 2007 04:52 pm (UTC)And if I can get my act together, there will be more of Breaking Free. But I'm not promising anything. :)
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Date: October 16th, 2007 10:59 pm (UTC)This was heartwrenching, darling. All that pain, and Athan! *hugs the boys*
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Date: October 17th, 2007 04:54 pm (UTC)So glad that you're still interested in this. It makes me happy. :)
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Date: January 25th, 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)im glad that she finally told taylor about athan.. but i wish she would quit running.. and especially to zac..
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Date: January 25th, 2008 06:06 pm (UTC)