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Paths - Chapter 12

"The band, we are all brothers here. We all have each other's back. Even though we love you too, Taylor, our brothers come first."
-Taylor-

Hammers were being thrown at my brain. Or at least that’s how it felt. I tried to sink myself deeper into the sheets, feeling welcomed by the luring sent. But, it was unfamiliar making my eyes open suddenly. I sat up in the bed that I didn’t recognize. I frantically looked around, seeing my dress from last night draped over a chair. Glancing down I see myself wearing a large green t-shirt, one that a boy would wear. It couldn’t be Elliot’s though, he doesn’t own any green, it doesn’t look very good on him, at least that’s what Cindy thinks.

I ran my fingers through my tousled curled hair, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to remember what happened last night. Just then, Christopher walked through the door that looked like it went to a bathroom. With only a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing a muscular body, he casually walked through the room, to a closet.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

"What happened last night?" I ask quickly.

"Well," He smirked. "You and I... we..." He led on, "Did nothing. Don’t worry." I sigh in relief. "You were quite out of it last night."

"I had a few too many." I prop myself up. "Why am I here and how did I get into your t-shirt?"

"Well, I was driving you back to your school when you noticed the doors would be locked, so I offered my house. Once we were here you were complaining about how uncomfortable your dress was, so I let you borrow my shirt." He shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Did you sleep in the bed with me?" I give him a suspicious glare.

"I was on the couch," he told me. He went back into the bathroom before returning with some pills and a glass of water. "Here, take these."

"Thank you, for everything." I take the offering.

"Not a problem. You need to be taken care of, and if your boyfriend isn’t going to, then I will," he sat next to me on the bed.

"Christopher, I just met you last night and you have been very kind, but Elliot-"

"-is your dream lad. He’s perfect for you in every way, shape, and form. Trust me, I got the whole play by play last night." He sighed.

"Me and my drunk mouth," I mumble making him chuckle lightly.

"You may not realize it, Taylor, but you're the dream gal. You're perfect in every way, shape, and form. Maybe I’m crossing boundaries, but you deserve the truth. You're better than him, Taylor. He’s never worked for anything in his life. He acts as though money grows on trees. People are his puppets and if he doesn’t get what he wants, he cuts them out. You, you're grateful and caring. You work for what you earn and you only deserve the best. You have grace and beauty and should explore every opportunity that’s in front of you," his voice sincere.

"Christopher, I’m flattered and taken back by your offer..." I say surprised.

"But..." He catches on.

"But, you're wrong about Elliot. We are good for each other, him and I. Thank you for your help. I’ll find a ride home from here." I tell him, standing up to change in the bathroom. Once ready to go, I gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you," before leaving. He watched me get into the cab from his doorstep, obviously hurt.

At the dorm, I try to be discrete while walking in. Opening the door to my room, Libby was on the phone urgently talking to the other person.

"...She just came in. I’ll call you later... Alright, bye." She hung up. Turning in her swivel chair, she crosses her arms.

"I screwed up." I tell her.

"Screwed up? You REALLY effed things up." She said. I take a seat on my bed, obviously still made since I didn’t sleep in it last night.

"I had a lot of drinks and he told me that I was damn stupid. I was upset and I knew I needed to get out of there quickly. He was the first person I saw," I toss the clutch onto my pillow.

"I don’t want to get too involved because this is between you and Elliot. I’m not angry, I just think you should talk to him," She told me. I quickly changed into jeans and a hoodie, leaving as quick as I could. Once at the flat, I let myself in, not wanting to wake anyone. But, Charlie and Timothy were sitting at the breakfast table with cups of tea in front of them, obviously suffering from tired eyes.

"Hello?" I draw attention to myself.

"I don’t think you should see him," Timothy told me, not even bothering to look in my direction.

"Oh gosh," I murmured, trying not to cry. "Please don’t hate me."

"We don’t," Charlie spoke up. "The band, we are all brothers here. We all have each other's back. Even though we love you too, Taylor, our brothers come first." He stood up and got a cup from the kitchen, filling it with tea for me. "Sit." Charlie instructed so I followed.

"You see," Timothy started. "Elliot never believed in love with a girl. He thought dating was a waste of time and love wasn’t real. It’s all because of his parents. They got married for the money, never actually loving each other, only loving Elliot."

"So, he grew up in a very cold and distant home." Charlie adds.

"He’s tried to be with girls and we’ve pushed him, but he didn’t believe in it," Timothy continued. "Till you came along. He was head over heals, he didn’t know how to react to this feeling and so we had to help him understand what he was dealing with."

"He’s still figuring this out, Taylor." Charlie pointed out. "Last night, he was up all night, not sleeping a wink because he didn’t know where you were. We took shifts helping him deal with it."

"Was he furious?" I quietly ask, nervous for the answer.

"If anything, he was angry at himself. He believes that if he didn’t say that to you, it wouldn’t have pushed you to leave with Christopher. His emotions flipped like a switch last night. One moment he would be in a rage, saying how you betrayed his trust and the next he’d be crying saying how he’d screwed up," Timothy took a long sip of tea.

"Keep in mind, he was also very drunk as well," Charlie said.

"I feel awful." I mumble pushing away the cup, not having an appetite for anything.

"Well, Henry is in his room with him now. So, you can go try see him," Timothy told me. I thanked them before taking the long walk up to his room. When I cracked open the door, I saw Elliot in the desk chair, shirtless with a pair of sweat pants on. His face was buried in his hands while his arms were propped on his knees. Henry was on the bed, patting his back before catching a glimpse of me. I cleared my throat while standing in the doorway.

When Elliot heard me, his face snapped up, revealing raw eyes and pain struck face.

"I’ll leave you guys to talk," Henry murmured closing the door behind him.

"Hey," I give him a tiny smile.

"Where did you stay last night?" He snap at me.

"I had to stay at Christopher’s." I reply feeling small against him, knowing my excuses will do no good. He blew out a huge breath, standing and turning his back on me as if he were majorly upset with me. "Elliot, listen to me, I was drunk and nothing happened between Christopher and I. Nothing. I just didn’t know how to take what you said to me."


"I know what I said was bad, but you left the club with another guy and didn’t let anyone know where you were all night!" He yelled at me.

"I know! But, I wouldn’t do something like that. I wouldn’t sleep with some random guy cause you and I had an argument!" I fight back.

"You still left with him! You knew it would hurt me!" Elliot shouts louder before turning his back on me again, leaning his palms against the dresser.

"I know, Elliot," I whisper, not enjoying the loud voices between us. "I know, I screwed up and I know you have issues with trusting your feelings with me, but I’m not heartless." I place a gentle hand on his back. "This can’t be the end of us, Elliot. It won’t be the end of us, because I’m not going to let it." He let out an exhausted sigh. I wrapped my arms around him, letting my head rest on his muscular back. "What do we need to do to make this better?"

"I want our relationship to be just that... ours." He said. "I don’t mind you doing all the publicity stuff for me or going to the red carpet events. But, I want us to make time for just us and for us to remember that we are a team, we work together." He told me.

"That’s a really good Idea." I stay calm.

"You think so?" He sounded surprised, tilting his head over his shoulder, in my direction.

"I know so." I say, making him turn around. "I also have something else I want you to know."

"What’s that?" He asks curiously. I kiss him.

"I love you."

"I... I..." I can tell he is taken back by my statement but quickly recovers, "I love you too."

"Now, put on a shirt, you're distracting me." I say making him laugh.
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Published: 6/6/2012
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