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teamzaylorCHAPTER 18: HOLIDAY IN SPAIN
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks to: Honor @beyondthethorns
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
Expect another update in the next 24 hours. Enjoy!
Packing with Zachary was brutal. When I pack, I need to take time to make sure I have the clothes & accessories I want, clothes that match, and to make sure I don’t forget
any of the essentials like a toothbrush, underwear, my current novel… Zac’s version of packing is throwing all of his belongings into a pile and saying, “Good enough.”
He has no concept of list making or double checking.
The entire time I was packing, he sat at the bottom of my bed asking stupid questions to my Magic 8 Ball and rolling his eyes while I contemplated different articles of clothing.
“It’s not uncommon for someone to actually look at what they’re putting in their suitcase when they pack, you know,” I informed him. I decided one pair of cord pants and four pairs of jeans would suffice. “I’d like to know I actually have some wearable clothes with me on this trip.”
I saw Zachary smirk before he spoke. “It’s not like you’re going to be wearing clothes much anyway.” The comment both excited and scared the crap out of me.
“Yeah, whatever,” I muttered, suddenly feeling awkward and disappearing into my bathroom.
I blushed at myself in the mirror and grabbed a handful of Q-tips.
At the end of my two hour packing marathon, which I admit was a bit dragged out just in spite of my brother, Zac was laying on my dorm room floor asleep. He had crawled onto the floor to look at the pile of graded papers under my desk and had apparently been bored to death by my essay on the first world war. It laid rumbled against his chest. I kicked him gently in the rips and he sprung awake.
“Holy Nintendo,” he muttered and looked at me accusingly. He peeled himself up from the floor and flung my essay onto my bed so I had to stop and put it where it belonged. He has no sense of orderliness.
I’m not a fussy freak by any means, it’s just that if you put things back where they belong when you’re done with them, you never really have to tidy up at all.
Zachary doesn’t think ahead like that.
“Are we finally ready?”
“Hmm. What do you think they’re going to do with all of my
stuff..?”
Zac shrugged. “Honestly? They might not even realize that you moved out until the end of the
semester. Is your roommate cool? Do you think he’ll just be willing to act like you still live in here?”
“Probably,” I shrugged, looking around at my belongings nervously. My keyboard, my Notebook, my camcorder, some of my best clothes- what if they tossed it all? Or worse, called
my parents to see where to send it. I had already decided I was not going to tell my parents about anything. “I’ll call him tonight and explain everything to him.”
“Everything, eh?” Zachary held his hand up to his ear and mouth like a phone receiver and changed his voice into a gay mocking tone, “William? This is Tay. I’m leaving school and traveling around Europe with my brother so I can fuck his brains out at the top of the Eiffel Tower after he gives me an inconceivably amazing blow job under the Arc de Triomphe.”
Oh my god. What planet did he come from? Honestly.
“His name’s not William.”
“Harry.”
“Zac, first of all, not everyone from England is named William and Harry. Okay?” He was ridiculous. “Secondly, I’m afraid of heights. The blow job in Paris isn’t going to work out.”
“Too bad. You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” he shrugged and grabbed my bag from me.
That’s one of the things I loved him about- he’s thoughtful. He does little things like taking my bag for me that just remind me how many of his positives outweigh his cons.
Sometimes it amazes me that someone as rude and sarcastic as Zachary can be as
thoughtful as he is. If you know him well enough, you know he’s the first person to offer to help with dishes after dinner and the last person to leave the kitchen. Me, I wash a few dishes for Mom and sneak out as soon as I think I’ve done enough to avoid my
Mom complaining to me about never helping out. Zac helps because he wants to- because he innately is a considerate person. That’s hard to find these days.
“Where are we going first?” I asked Zac as we walked out of my residence hall. “What city?”
Zachary shrugged. “Where do you want to go?”
“Well, what would probably make the most sense would be-”
Zac cut me off abruptly. “No, I asked where do you want to go? Not what would be sensible or smart. Where do you want to go tonight Taylor?”
The first thing that came to mind was honestly my favorite Counting Crows song.
Well, he asked where I wanted to go… I guess picking based on a song would
work with Zachary Hanson traveling.
“How about… well, I kind of want to go to… this might be dumb but, I feel inspired by Holiday in Spain. The song.”
“Spain?” Zac questioned and I couldn’t help but notice he took a negative tone in his voice. “Why would you ever pick Spain ? Are you serious, Taylor?”
“No,” I forced a laugh. Had it really been that stupid of a suggestion? “Ummm… where else?”
Zac rolled his eyes at me and slapped my back heartily. “Tay, Spain is fine. I was just teasing
you. I asked where you want to go and if you want to go to Spain, then that’s where we’ll begin.”
“How are we going to get there?”
He paused for a second and thought about it. “Wait, can we not take the train?”
And he was supposedly the smart one in the family too.
Right.
“Zac, there’s a body of water in between us and the rest of Europe.”
“Right…” he said and paused contemplatively, setting my suitcase at his side. “To the airport then,” he nodded finally and continued walking. Great. The trip was going to be one giant nightmare in a certain regard- since our trip planner had absolutely zero idea for planning.
Three hours later, we had Zac’s bags, two tickets to Madrid that were folded in the back of Zachary’s jeans pocket, and bottles of flavored water. We were sitting at the airport on the floor with our backs against the wall reading- him reading an English magazine called Nuts with a nearly naked woman on it.
He had found it at the gift shop and explained that he wanted to read the work out tips inside of it. Maybe he was bi after all… I was just starting off a new book- The Da Vinci Deception- a rebuttal of The Da Vinci Code-which I’d read over the summer. I had to keep reading to keep myself from questioning if I was making one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Was I sacrificing my education for something that wasn’t going to work out with Zac? And what if it did work out. Was it worth it? I was on the fence.
The nice thing about being in love with your brother is that you know how to just exist with him. You never have to go through that awkward phase. You’re so used to just sitting around with him- being bored- feeling not in love. Sometimes it’s confusing because you feel so comfortable you actually do stop and ask yourself if you really are in love.
It’s not as exciting as it should be- a lot of the time.
Of course, every once in awhile there are those moments that make you go wild and your heart starts pounding and your hands sweating and then you know it.
You are positive.
Zachary has the ability to turn those boring, comfortable moments into the moments that remind me how in love I actually am or how in love I think I am. It never gets boring with Zac.
Sometimes I love him more than other times.
Sometimes I try not to love him at all.
As we were sitting there reading, I eventually grew bored of my novel and tossed it aside.
I slid down and laid on the ground next to me, squinting at the fluorescent
lights on the ceiling. I heard him set his smutty magazine next to him and then he said in a quiet, husky voice, “You can lay your head on my lap, if you want.”
It was more tentative than usual for some reason and expertly sexy. Sometimes I wonder if he knows what he does to me and I think he does, and I think he does it on purpose.
I slid up and rested on my head on his thighs, feeling slightly turned on to be as close as I was to his- well, you know, and at the same time guilty because the moment was innocent and my thoughts weren’t exactly impure.
Zachary immediately began fingering the ends of my hair and eventually was running his fingers through my hair really gently- almost in a really careful way, actually.
My mom used to do the same thing when we were growing up.
It was really creepy how as I was thinking that, Zachary’s phone rang. He looked down and held the phone over my head so I could see who was calling.
Mom.
“Hello?” he answered tentatively. “I know, Mom. You don’t have to tell me it’s you- my phone does that for me… I’ve just been really busy- not avoiding you… Why did you stop by my apartment?... I had to fly out to LA at last minute… to visit a friend… in the hospital.”
Zac gave me a “that’s so random but you know she’ll believe it” look and laugh.
“A hernia… my friend is on bed rest and needs my help right now…. What? There’s nothing suspicious about a hernia, Mom. Why would I lie about that?... You tell me then. If I’m not in California, where am I?... Exactly. Do you want to talk to my friend right now? He’s sitting
right here…. Alright, hang on.”
He cupped his hand over the phone and stifled a laugh.
“Fuck, she said yes.”
“Good job,” I laughed.
He paused and I watched as his eyes immediately went to the ceiling and he froze in thought. After a moment he snapped out of it and came back to the phone. “He fell asleep,” he whispered into the phone. “I am in his kitchen and I just walked over to where he was on the living room couch… he’s asleep. Just trust me. I’m in LA, okay? And I actually need to go
because I’m going to take this opportunity to get some rest myself… What is that supposed to mean? What the heck. What do you mean it’s not like me to fly to LA help my sick friend?”
He looked down at me and laughed, faking an offended expression.
“Whatever, Mom. Now I’m hurt and done with this conversation. I’ll call you when I’m not so angry at you. You just stepped over the line…. Don’t talk to me like that and I won’t speak to you like this… I just need some time to myself now and I don’t want to talk to someone who thinks I’m “suspicious” anyway…Talk to you later… bye.”
He hung up and tossed his phone aside. He is such a born manipulator- especially when it comes to my Mom. Sometimes he’s such a good liar it’s scary. It was amazing how he turned that around on my Mom.
“There we go,” Zachary smiled. “Now I don’t have to talk to her for a couple days. Her accusations gave me a good excuse to me mad and avoid her for awhile.”
“Well it is pretty unbelievable you know.”
“What’s unbelievable about a hernia!?”
“Not the hernia part.
Zachary smirked. “What? Flying out to help my friend of bed rest? Maybe you just don’t know me well enough.”
“I think I know you better than you know yourself, actually,” I admitted.
He didn’t say anything so I took that as him agreeing. I closed my eyes and laid there thinking and rethinking and rethinking my decision to go with Zachary. It’s not that I loved him any less than I did the moment I said yes to him. I still wanted him, needed him, longed for him just as badly as I always had- it’s just that a lot of times with me, logic comes before love, and leaving school to travel around Europe with your younger brother who you’re absolutely smitten with probably isn’t very logical. It was only normal that I was questioning my decision.
It was a much easier decision for Zac to make.
Somewhere during my whole thought process, as I was arguing with myself over whether or not my entire college career was ruined, I must have fallen asleep.
Zachary’s fingers were running through my hair again and I could feel the rhythmic rising of his chest next to me as he breathed. I was so at peace that it was hard not to fall asleep.
When I woke up, I saw Zac staring down at me.
“Hello,” he said smiling. I noticed that in my sleep the bastard had moved his hand to resting right on my lower stomach on my belt. How sneaky… taking advantage of me while I was out...
“That’s not creepy to wake up to or anything,” I said sarcastically hiding my embarrassment.
I glanced at my watch. 8:46 at night. Wait… how was that possible? Didn’t our plane leave at 8:25? We should have boarded over a half an hour ago. Was it delayed?
“Zac… is the flight delayed?”
“It left,” he nodded.
“What?”
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
Credits & many Thanks to: Honor @beyondthethorns
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
Expect another update in the next 24 hours. Enjoy!
Packing with Zachary was brutal. When I pack, I need to take time to make sure I have the clothes & accessories I want, clothes that match, and to make sure I don’t forget
any of the essentials like a toothbrush, underwear, my current novel… Zac’s version of packing is throwing all of his belongings into a pile and saying, “Good enough.”
He has no concept of list making or double checking.
The entire time I was packing, he sat at the bottom of my bed asking stupid questions to my Magic 8 Ball and rolling his eyes while I contemplated different articles of clothing.
“It’s not uncommon for someone to actually look at what they’re putting in their suitcase when they pack, you know,” I informed him. I decided one pair of cord pants and four pairs of jeans would suffice. “I’d like to know I actually have some wearable clothes with me on this trip.”
I saw Zachary smirk before he spoke. “It’s not like you’re going to be wearing clothes much anyway.” The comment both excited and scared the crap out of me.
“Yeah, whatever,” I muttered, suddenly feeling awkward and disappearing into my bathroom.
I blushed at myself in the mirror and grabbed a handful of Q-tips.
At the end of my two hour packing marathon, which I admit was a bit dragged out just in spite of my brother, Zac was laying on my dorm room floor asleep. He had crawled onto the floor to look at the pile of graded papers under my desk and had apparently been bored to death by my essay on the first world war. It laid rumbled against his chest. I kicked him gently in the rips and he sprung awake.
“Holy Nintendo,” he muttered and looked at me accusingly. He peeled himself up from the floor and flung my essay onto my bed so I had to stop and put it where it belonged. He has no sense of orderliness.
I’m not a fussy freak by any means, it’s just that if you put things back where they belong when you’re done with them, you never really have to tidy up at all.
Zachary doesn’t think ahead like that.
“Are we finally ready?”
“Hmm. What do you think they’re going to do with all of my
stuff..?”
Zac shrugged. “Honestly? They might not even realize that you moved out until the end of the
semester. Is your roommate cool? Do you think he’ll just be willing to act like you still live in here?”
“Probably,” I shrugged, looking around at my belongings nervously. My keyboard, my Notebook, my camcorder, some of my best clothes- what if they tossed it all? Or worse, called
my parents to see where to send it. I had already decided I was not going to tell my parents about anything. “I’ll call him tonight and explain everything to him.”
“Everything, eh?” Zachary held his hand up to his ear and mouth like a phone receiver and changed his voice into a gay mocking tone, “William? This is Tay. I’m leaving school and traveling around Europe with my brother so I can fuck his brains out at the top of the Eiffel Tower after he gives me an inconceivably amazing blow job under the Arc de Triomphe.”
Oh my god. What planet did he come from? Honestly.
“His name’s not William.”
“Harry.”
“Zac, first of all, not everyone from England is named William and Harry. Okay?” He was ridiculous. “Secondly, I’m afraid of heights. The blow job in Paris isn’t going to work out.”
“Too bad. You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” he shrugged and grabbed my bag from me.
That’s one of the things I loved him about- he’s thoughtful. He does little things like taking my bag for me that just remind me how many of his positives outweigh his cons.
Sometimes it amazes me that someone as rude and sarcastic as Zachary can be as
thoughtful as he is. If you know him well enough, you know he’s the first person to offer to help with dishes after dinner and the last person to leave the kitchen. Me, I wash a few dishes for Mom and sneak out as soon as I think I’ve done enough to avoid my
Mom complaining to me about never helping out. Zac helps because he wants to- because he innately is a considerate person. That’s hard to find these days.
“Where are we going first?” I asked Zac as we walked out of my residence hall. “What city?”
Zachary shrugged. “Where do you want to go?”
“Well, what would probably make the most sense would be-”
Zac cut me off abruptly. “No, I asked where do you want to go? Not what would be sensible or smart. Where do you want to go tonight Taylor?”
The first thing that came to mind was honestly my favorite Counting Crows song.
Well, he asked where I wanted to go… I guess picking based on a song would
work with Zachary Hanson traveling.
“How about… well, I kind of want to go to… this might be dumb but, I feel inspired by Holiday in Spain. The song.”
“Spain?” Zac questioned and I couldn’t help but notice he took a negative tone in his voice. “Why would you ever pick Spain ? Are you serious, Taylor?”
“No,” I forced a laugh. Had it really been that stupid of a suggestion? “Ummm… where else?”
Zac rolled his eyes at me and slapped my back heartily. “Tay, Spain is fine. I was just teasing
you. I asked where you want to go and if you want to go to Spain, then that’s where we’ll begin.”
“How are we going to get there?”
He paused for a second and thought about it. “Wait, can we not take the train?”
And he was supposedly the smart one in the family too.
Right.
“Zac, there’s a body of water in between us and the rest of Europe.”
“Right…” he said and paused contemplatively, setting my suitcase at his side. “To the airport then,” he nodded finally and continued walking. Great. The trip was going to be one giant nightmare in a certain regard- since our trip planner had absolutely zero idea for planning.
Three hours later, we had Zac’s bags, two tickets to Madrid that were folded in the back of Zachary’s jeans pocket, and bottles of flavored water. We were sitting at the airport on the floor with our backs against the wall reading- him reading an English magazine called Nuts with a nearly naked woman on it.
He had found it at the gift shop and explained that he wanted to read the work out tips inside of it. Maybe he was bi after all… I was just starting off a new book- The Da Vinci Deception- a rebuttal of The Da Vinci Code-which I’d read over the summer. I had to keep reading to keep myself from questioning if I was making one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Was I sacrificing my education for something that wasn’t going to work out with Zac? And what if it did work out. Was it worth it? I was on the fence.
The nice thing about being in love with your brother is that you know how to just exist with him. You never have to go through that awkward phase. You’re so used to just sitting around with him- being bored- feeling not in love. Sometimes it’s confusing because you feel so comfortable you actually do stop and ask yourself if you really are in love.
It’s not as exciting as it should be- a lot of the time.
Of course, every once in awhile there are those moments that make you go wild and your heart starts pounding and your hands sweating and then you know it.
You are positive.
Zachary has the ability to turn those boring, comfortable moments into the moments that remind me how in love I actually am or how in love I think I am. It never gets boring with Zac.
Sometimes I love him more than other times.
Sometimes I try not to love him at all.
As we were sitting there reading, I eventually grew bored of my novel and tossed it aside.
I slid down and laid on the ground next to me, squinting at the fluorescent
lights on the ceiling. I heard him set his smutty magazine next to him and then he said in a quiet, husky voice, “You can lay your head on my lap, if you want.”
It was more tentative than usual for some reason and expertly sexy. Sometimes I wonder if he knows what he does to me and I think he does, and I think he does it on purpose.
I slid up and rested on my head on his thighs, feeling slightly turned on to be as close as I was to his- well, you know, and at the same time guilty because the moment was innocent and my thoughts weren’t exactly impure.
Zachary immediately began fingering the ends of my hair and eventually was running his fingers through my hair really gently- almost in a really careful way, actually.
My mom used to do the same thing when we were growing up.
It was really creepy how as I was thinking that, Zachary’s phone rang. He looked down and held the phone over my head so I could see who was calling.
Mom.
“Hello?” he answered tentatively. “I know, Mom. You don’t have to tell me it’s you- my phone does that for me… I’ve just been really busy- not avoiding you… Why did you stop by my apartment?... I had to fly out to LA at last minute… to visit a friend… in the hospital.”
Zac gave me a “that’s so random but you know she’ll believe it” look and laugh.
“A hernia… my friend is on bed rest and needs my help right now…. What? There’s nothing suspicious about a hernia, Mom. Why would I lie about that?... You tell me then. If I’m not in California, where am I?... Exactly. Do you want to talk to my friend right now? He’s sitting
right here…. Alright, hang on.”
He cupped his hand over the phone and stifled a laugh.
“Fuck, she said yes.”
“Good job,” I laughed.
He paused and I watched as his eyes immediately went to the ceiling and he froze in thought. After a moment he snapped out of it and came back to the phone. “He fell asleep,” he whispered into the phone. “I am in his kitchen and I just walked over to where he was on the living room couch… he’s asleep. Just trust me. I’m in LA, okay? And I actually need to go
because I’m going to take this opportunity to get some rest myself… What is that supposed to mean? What the heck. What do you mean it’s not like me to fly to LA help my sick friend?”
He looked down at me and laughed, faking an offended expression.
“Whatever, Mom. Now I’m hurt and done with this conversation. I’ll call you when I’m not so angry at you. You just stepped over the line…. Don’t talk to me like that and I won’t speak to you like this… I just need some time to myself now and I don’t want to talk to someone who thinks I’m “suspicious” anyway…Talk to you later… bye.”
He hung up and tossed his phone aside. He is such a born manipulator- especially when it comes to my Mom. Sometimes he’s such a good liar it’s scary. It was amazing how he turned that around on my Mom.
“There we go,” Zachary smiled. “Now I don’t have to talk to her for a couple days. Her accusations gave me a good excuse to me mad and avoid her for awhile.”
“Well it is pretty unbelievable you know.”
“What’s unbelievable about a hernia!?”
“Not the hernia part.
Zachary smirked. “What? Flying out to help my friend of bed rest? Maybe you just don’t know me well enough.”
“I think I know you better than you know yourself, actually,” I admitted.
He didn’t say anything so I took that as him agreeing. I closed my eyes and laid there thinking and rethinking and rethinking my decision to go with Zachary. It’s not that I loved him any less than I did the moment I said yes to him. I still wanted him, needed him, longed for him just as badly as I always had- it’s just that a lot of times with me, logic comes before love, and leaving school to travel around Europe with your younger brother who you’re absolutely smitten with probably isn’t very logical. It was only normal that I was questioning my decision.
It was a much easier decision for Zac to make.
Somewhere during my whole thought process, as I was arguing with myself over whether or not my entire college career was ruined, I must have fallen asleep.
Zachary’s fingers were running through my hair again and I could feel the rhythmic rising of his chest next to me as he breathed. I was so at peace that it was hard not to fall asleep.
When I woke up, I saw Zac staring down at me.
“Hello,” he said smiling. I noticed that in my sleep the bastard had moved his hand to resting right on my lower stomach on my belt. How sneaky… taking advantage of me while I was out...
“That’s not creepy to wake up to or anything,” I said sarcastically hiding my embarrassment.
I glanced at my watch. 8:46 at night. Wait… how was that possible? Didn’t our plane leave at 8:25? We should have boarded over a half an hour ago. Was it delayed?
“Zac… is the flight delayed?”
“It left,” he nodded.
“What?”
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