Repost of "Breaking Free"
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Breaking Free (19/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No Natalie, Ezra, Ellie etc. And they still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: Typical Zaylor fic
Previous Chapters
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Taylor's POV
I wake the next morning, dressed only in my boxers, curled up on the bed. I can hear the shower running in the next room. I pout and flop over on to my other side. I grab Zac's pillow and take a deep breath. The pillow smells like him. I smile to myself, hugging it to my chest, and burrow under the blankets.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, the apartment is silent and someone, obviously Zac, is stroking my hair. I give a little stretch and look up at my brother through half-lidded eyes.
"M'sorry," he says quietly. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"S'okay," I tell him. "I must have dozed off. When I first woke up you were in the shower."
"Miss me?" Zac asks. I nod and hold my arms up in the air, begging for him to curl up in them. To my complete happiness, he does.
I hug Zac tightly.
"You should have waited for me to wake up," I tell him.
"Sorry," he replies. There's a beat of silence. Then he asks, "You okay?"
"I am now," I answer.
"What happened last night?" he asks quietly. "One minute you're all hot an' heavy; the next, you were crying."
I sigh and hold my brother closer.
"I was just..." I sigh again. "I was thinking about how wonderful it is to be here with you. To have our own place and be so in love and everything. And then I started thinking about how awful it'd be if you left me. It hurt to think about," I tell him.
Zac pulls back to look at me. He brushes my bangs out of my eyes.
"You have nothing to worry about, Tay," he tells me in a soft voice. "I'm never going to leave you. Never. I promise. Okay?" I just look at him.
"How can you promise me that?" I ask. "What happens when you get frustrated with this relationship? Frustrated because the only ones who will ever know are Ike and the girls. Frustrated because we'll never get married or have kids. What happens when you're fed up with it all?"
Zac kisses my forehead and gently takes my face in his large hands.
"I love you, Taylor. More than anything," he says. "I would give up everything for you. And I mean everything. I'm not going to get frustrated or fed-up." Zac smiles and strokes his thumb back and forth over my cheek. "You're all I need to be happy."
I smile at my younger brother.
"Promise?" Zac grins.
"Cross my heart." Then he presses his lips to mine for a moment. He smiles as he pulls back. "Now get dressed. I'm treating you to Starbucks." I grin, peck Zac's lips and hurry to get dressed.
Zac's POV
Taylor and I walk the two or so blocks to the nearest Starbucks. We order our drinks and take them to a booth in the back corner. Taylor slides in first, then myself, scooting close to my brother. When I go to put my arm around him, he shrugs me off and moves away an inch or two. I frown and shrug it off, taking a sip of my tea.
Taylor smiles at me over his coffee cup. He looks so cute, his hair falling in his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. I smile back and tuck his hair behind his ear, but he he shies away from the touch. I shrug it off again.
While we sip our drinks, we start up a conversation about the record. We've broken off from the label. They weren't letting us make the album we wanted. We have more than enough material for a record and we're still constantly writing. So we've decided to make our own record label. This way our music is free to grow and evolve. Things are looking up for our music.
By the time we've finished our drinks, my hand is resting comfortably on Taylor's knee, his hand on top of mine. We're talking and smiling and everything's good. But then a waitress approaches us and Taylor pushes my hand away. I frown.
"Would you like something else?" the waitress asks. Taylor smiles at her politely.
"I would like another medium coffee. Black, two sugars," he says. Then the waitress turns to me.
"Do you guys happen to have chocolate milk?" I ask.
"We sure do," she answers.
"Sounds good," I tell her.
"I'll be right back with your order," the waitress says, then leaves. But she returns a few moments later with our drinks.
I unscrew the cap on my bottle of chocolate milk and take a swallow. Taylor turns in his seat to face me. He rests his elbow on the back of the booth and his head on his fist. He shakes his head at me, a smile on his face.
"What?" I ask with a puzzled smile.
"Chocolate milk?" Taylor says.
"What? It's good," I defend my drink.
"This is one of the things that makes me like you so much," Taylor states. "You can be so friggin serious at times; especially when it comes to our music. But then you can be such a six-year-old."
"And this is a good thing?" I ask. Taylor nods.
"You still enjoy the little things." I smile.
"So what else do you like about me?" I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.
Taylor chuckles quietly. Then he takes a sip of his coffee and moves a bit closer.
"I like how you hold me," he says. I smile at my brother.
"Yeah? What else?"
"I like the way you say you love me."
"I love you," I tell him quietly. Taylor blushes.
I lean in to kiss him, but he turns away.
"What was that?"
"What?" Taylor asks, sipping his drink.
"You just turned away when I tried to kiss you," I tell him. He shrugs. "Taylor," I say sternly. He glares at me with icy blue eyes.
"Just drop it, Zac. We're in public," he hisses. Then he turns forward again. We finish our drinks in silence.
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No Natalie, Ezra, Ellie etc. And they still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: Typical Zaylor fic
Previous Chapters
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Taylor's POV
I wake the next morning, dressed only in my boxers, curled up on the bed. I can hear the shower running in the next room. I pout and flop over on to my other side. I grab Zac's pillow and take a deep breath. The pillow smells like him. I smile to myself, hugging it to my chest, and burrow under the blankets.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, the apartment is silent and someone, obviously Zac, is stroking my hair. I give a little stretch and look up at my brother through half-lidded eyes.
"M'sorry," he says quietly. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"S'okay," I tell him. "I must have dozed off. When I first woke up you were in the shower."
"Miss me?" Zac asks. I nod and hold my arms up in the air, begging for him to curl up in them. To my complete happiness, he does.
I hug Zac tightly.
"You should have waited for me to wake up," I tell him.
"Sorry," he replies. There's a beat of silence. Then he asks, "You okay?"
"I am now," I answer.
"What happened last night?" he asks quietly. "One minute you're all hot an' heavy; the next, you were crying."
I sigh and hold my brother closer.
"I was just..." I sigh again. "I was thinking about how wonderful it is to be here with you. To have our own place and be so in love and everything. And then I started thinking about how awful it'd be if you left me. It hurt to think about," I tell him.
Zac pulls back to look at me. He brushes my bangs out of my eyes.
"You have nothing to worry about, Tay," he tells me in a soft voice. "I'm never going to leave you. Never. I promise. Okay?" I just look at him.
"How can you promise me that?" I ask. "What happens when you get frustrated with this relationship? Frustrated because the only ones who will ever know are Ike and the girls. Frustrated because we'll never get married or have kids. What happens when you're fed up with it all?"
Zac kisses my forehead and gently takes my face in his large hands.
"I love you, Taylor. More than anything," he says. "I would give up everything for you. And I mean everything. I'm not going to get frustrated or fed-up." Zac smiles and strokes his thumb back and forth over my cheek. "You're all I need to be happy."
I smile at my younger brother.
"Promise?" Zac grins.
"Cross my heart." Then he presses his lips to mine for a moment. He smiles as he pulls back. "Now get dressed. I'm treating you to Starbucks." I grin, peck Zac's lips and hurry to get dressed.
Zac's POV
Taylor and I walk the two or so blocks to the nearest Starbucks. We order our drinks and take them to a booth in the back corner. Taylor slides in first, then myself, scooting close to my brother. When I go to put my arm around him, he shrugs me off and moves away an inch or two. I frown and shrug it off, taking a sip of my tea.
Taylor smiles at me over his coffee cup. He looks so cute, his hair falling in his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. I smile back and tuck his hair behind his ear, but he he shies away from the touch. I shrug it off again.
While we sip our drinks, we start up a conversation about the record. We've broken off from the label. They weren't letting us make the album we wanted. We have more than enough material for a record and we're still constantly writing. So we've decided to make our own record label. This way our music is free to grow and evolve. Things are looking up for our music.
By the time we've finished our drinks, my hand is resting comfortably on Taylor's knee, his hand on top of mine. We're talking and smiling and everything's good. But then a waitress approaches us and Taylor pushes my hand away. I frown.
"Would you like something else?" the waitress asks. Taylor smiles at her politely.
"I would like another medium coffee. Black, two sugars," he says. Then the waitress turns to me.
"Do you guys happen to have chocolate milk?" I ask.
"We sure do," she answers.
"Sounds good," I tell her.
"I'll be right back with your order," the waitress says, then leaves. But she returns a few moments later with our drinks.
I unscrew the cap on my bottle of chocolate milk and take a swallow. Taylor turns in his seat to face me. He rests his elbow on the back of the booth and his head on his fist. He shakes his head at me, a smile on his face.
"What?" I ask with a puzzled smile.
"Chocolate milk?" Taylor says.
"What? It's good," I defend my drink.
"This is one of the things that makes me like you so much," Taylor states. "You can be so friggin serious at times; especially when it comes to our music. But then you can be such a six-year-old."
"And this is a good thing?" I ask. Taylor nods.
"You still enjoy the little things." I smile.
"So what else do you like about me?" I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.
Taylor chuckles quietly. Then he takes a sip of his coffee and moves a bit closer.
"I like how you hold me," he says. I smile at my brother.
"Yeah? What else?"
"I like the way you say you love me."
"I love you," I tell him quietly. Taylor blushes.
I lean in to kiss him, but he turns away.
"What was that?"
"What?" Taylor asks, sipping his drink.
"You just turned away when I tried to kiss you," I tell him. He shrugs. "Taylor," I say sternly. He glares at me with icy blue eyes.
"Just drop it, Zac. We're in public," he hisses. Then he turns forward again. We finish our drinks in silence.
