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New "Super Nanny" Chapter!
Title/Chapter: Super Nanny (21/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [liza]
Rating: overall R for a few eff words
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:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
all_unwritten for getting me to write again
Previous Chapters
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I hear someone whimper. Then I hear it again and it sounds so close. When I hear it a third time, I realize it's me.
My eyes pop open and I gasp. My face is wet with tears, my breathing ragged. I notice Zac then. His eyes are boring into me and his face is etched with concern.
"Shh," he whispers, smoothing my hair back from my face. "Are you and Taylor still fighting?"
"Not ex-exactly," I hiccup. The blond works his fingertips over my cheeks, wiping away the tears.
"What happened?" he asks. I shake my head.
"I-I'm not really sure. It just...crumbled." Then I tell him what happened. I tell him everything. Even the things I didn't tell Taylor. By the end of my story-telling, Zac's arms are wrapped around me tightly and my face is buried in his collarbone.
Zac strokes my hair and kisses my head.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I'm so sorry."
"And the worst part of it all is that I can't tell Taylor any of it."
"Why not?" His voice isn't accusatory, just curious.
"Too scared," I whisper. "And if I was scared before, the way he reacted about my son gives me even more reason to be now."
Zac sighs and presses his nose into my hair.
"I don't know if this is going to work," I whisper.
"Don't say that," he scolds gently.
"But he doesn't know me. At this point, you know more about me than he does," I say.
"Yeah, but not for lack of trying," he points out.
I pull back just enough to look at my friend.
"I've really screwed this up, haven't I?"
"No. You haven't. But if you keep Taylor in the dark long enough, you will," he tells me. I nod sadly.
"So what do I do?" Zac's brown eyes study my green ones.
"Let him in," he says. "No matter how scary or painful it is, tell him. He'll understand. He loves you. It'll be okay."
"I hope you're right," I whisper. Zac hugs me tightly.
"Of course I'm right," he replies. I squeeze the drummer back and enjoy the safety his embrace brings. At least for now.
The rest of our time spent at the Bryants' is awkward, almost painfully so. Taylor only speaks to me when necessary. He hardly even acknowledges me and Zac keeps throwing sympathetic looks my way. All I can do is keep a straight face and care for the children. By the time we're loading on to the bus to hit the next town, I'm ripping at the seams. I leave the kids in their uncles' hands and corner Taylor at the back of the bus.
I jab the button for the door, the swoosh of it closing alerting Taylor to my presence. His shoulders tense but he doesn't turn around. I ball my hands into fists trying to keep my cool.
"Tay," I say stiffly. He winces, but again doesn't move. "Taylor," I growl, "fucking look at me."
The singer finally turns around to face me.
"What?" he asks. "What do you want from me?" At the sound of his voice all the anger disappears from my body, making my shoulders sag and my fists loosen.
"I just... I want to talk," I tell him, my voice sounding like I'm about to cry. "I want to figure things out. Please." Taylor stares at me for a moment before giving a nod.
We sit next to each other on the couch but frankly it's not close enough. We're not even touching in the slightest. We sit in silence for a bit, then Taylor speaks.
"You wanted to talk," he says.
"Yeah, but I have no clue what to say," I admit. Taylor looks at me.
"Why did you walk out?" he asks. I open and close my mouth, blinking back tears.
"I was upset," I finally whisper. "I just... It's so hard to talk about Athan and then realizing we really don't know each other as well as we thought we did... I freaked out. I got scared." I shrug and look down at my hands.
I feel Taylor shift his position. Then his hands are cupping my face and tilting it up so I have to meet his gaze.
"I love you," he says. "And we have time to get to know each other."
"Do we?" I ask. "The tour's almost half over. Then you'll go back to New York and I'll go back to New Hampshire. You'll go on raising your kids and making your music while I'm stuck in the land of cows, bored out of my mind. You'll forget about me." By now I know I'm pouting like a three-year-old.
Taylor smiles softly and takes hold of my hands.
"Is that it?" he asks. "You're afraid that when we leave this bus I'll just forget about you like some bad joke?"
"You won't need me anymore," I shrug. Taylor pulls me to his chest, hugging me tightly. He nuzzles his face into my hair and whispers,
"I'll always need you. Especially when the kids grow up and leave home. I'll be all alone. I'm gonna need someone to laugh at my jokes."
"But, Tay, your jokes aren't funny." He laughs lightly.
"Yeah, I know." Then he pulls back to look at me. "This isn't a tour-fling," he says. "This, what we have, this is real. It's going to last longer than any tour." He pulls me into another tight hug and kisses my head. "Trust me."
As much as I want to believe what he says, there's still an inkling of fear in the pit of my stomach.
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Comments?
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Taylor / OFC [liza]
Rating: overall R for a few eff words
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:
all_unwritten for getting me to write againPrevious Chapters
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I hear someone whimper. Then I hear it again and it sounds so close. When I hear it a third time, I realize it's me.
My eyes pop open and I gasp. My face is wet with tears, my breathing ragged. I notice Zac then. His eyes are boring into me and his face is etched with concern.
"Shh," he whispers, smoothing my hair back from my face. "Are you and Taylor still fighting?"
"Not ex-exactly," I hiccup. The blond works his fingertips over my cheeks, wiping away the tears.
"What happened?" he asks. I shake my head.
"I-I'm not really sure. It just...crumbled." Then I tell him what happened. I tell him everything. Even the things I didn't tell Taylor. By the end of my story-telling, Zac's arms are wrapped around me tightly and my face is buried in his collarbone.
Zac strokes my hair and kisses my head.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I'm so sorry."
"And the worst part of it all is that I can't tell Taylor any of it."
"Why not?" His voice isn't accusatory, just curious.
"Too scared," I whisper. "And if I was scared before, the way he reacted about my son gives me even more reason to be now."
Zac sighs and presses his nose into my hair.
"I don't know if this is going to work," I whisper.
"Don't say that," he scolds gently.
"But he doesn't know me. At this point, you know more about me than he does," I say.
"Yeah, but not for lack of trying," he points out.
I pull back just enough to look at my friend.
"I've really screwed this up, haven't I?"
"No. You haven't. But if you keep Taylor in the dark long enough, you will," he tells me. I nod sadly.
"So what do I do?" Zac's brown eyes study my green ones.
"Let him in," he says. "No matter how scary or painful it is, tell him. He'll understand. He loves you. It'll be okay."
"I hope you're right," I whisper. Zac hugs me tightly.
"Of course I'm right," he replies. I squeeze the drummer back and enjoy the safety his embrace brings. At least for now.
The rest of our time spent at the Bryants' is awkward, almost painfully so. Taylor only speaks to me when necessary. He hardly even acknowledges me and Zac keeps throwing sympathetic looks my way. All I can do is keep a straight face and care for the children. By the time we're loading on to the bus to hit the next town, I'm ripping at the seams. I leave the kids in their uncles' hands and corner Taylor at the back of the bus.
I jab the button for the door, the swoosh of it closing alerting Taylor to my presence. His shoulders tense but he doesn't turn around. I ball my hands into fists trying to keep my cool.
"Tay," I say stiffly. He winces, but again doesn't move. "Taylor," I growl, "fucking look at me."
The singer finally turns around to face me.
"What?" he asks. "What do you want from me?" At the sound of his voice all the anger disappears from my body, making my shoulders sag and my fists loosen.
"I just... I want to talk," I tell him, my voice sounding like I'm about to cry. "I want to figure things out. Please." Taylor stares at me for a moment before giving a nod.
We sit next to each other on the couch but frankly it's not close enough. We're not even touching in the slightest. We sit in silence for a bit, then Taylor speaks.
"You wanted to talk," he says.
"Yeah, but I have no clue what to say," I admit. Taylor looks at me.
"Why did you walk out?" he asks. I open and close my mouth, blinking back tears.
"I was upset," I finally whisper. "I just... It's so hard to talk about Athan and then realizing we really don't know each other as well as we thought we did... I freaked out. I got scared." I shrug and look down at my hands.
I feel Taylor shift his position. Then his hands are cupping my face and tilting it up so I have to meet his gaze.
"I love you," he says. "And we have time to get to know each other."
"Do we?" I ask. "The tour's almost half over. Then you'll go back to New York and I'll go back to New Hampshire. You'll go on raising your kids and making your music while I'm stuck in the land of cows, bored out of my mind. You'll forget about me." By now I know I'm pouting like a three-year-old.
Taylor smiles softly and takes hold of my hands.
"Is that it?" he asks. "You're afraid that when we leave this bus I'll just forget about you like some bad joke?"
"You won't need me anymore," I shrug. Taylor pulls me to his chest, hugging me tightly. He nuzzles his face into my hair and whispers,
"I'll always need you. Especially when the kids grow up and leave home. I'll be all alone. I'm gonna need someone to laugh at my jokes."
"But, Tay, your jokes aren't funny." He laughs lightly.
"Yeah, I know." Then he pulls back to look at me. "This isn't a tour-fling," he says. "This, what we have, this is real. It's going to last longer than any tour." He pulls me into another tight hug and kisses my head. "Trust me."
As much as I want to believe what he says, there's still an inkling of fear in the pit of my stomach.
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