A Secret Unleashed - Chapter 1
Title: A Secret Unleashed
Author: eleflowerpot
Fandom: Hanson
Pairings: Taylor/ Zac, Isaac/ OFC
Summary: Third instalment of the ‘Secret’ series
Warnings: Some content may be adu
Chapter 1
Isaac’s POV
Nobody knew.
Nobody knew we were living apart. Nobody knew she was pregnant. It couldn’t last much longer though. She was three months gone now and baggy clothing wouldn’t hide her secret forever. She’d chosen to move out of the house, aware that it was her who was in the wrong so it should be her that left. She’d known that the lyrics I’d sung hadn’t been literal, I’d gone away for a few days to get my head together, although I’d remained at the same conclusion. I would never have left Tulsa and everything I held dear; even if what had been most important to me was now lost forever.
It pained me to see her, yet to keep up the illusion we were still together we’d endured the fortnightly family gatherings. We’d kept our distance but no one saw this as odd, never having been an overly tactile couple outside of the confines of our own home. Today would be another test entirely, my birthday.
I’d tried to get out of any sort of celebration, surely after the age of twenty-one birthdays ceased to be important? But to no avail, instead I found myself preparing for the deluge of family and friends, wondering idly if I’d got anywhere near enough food. A knock at the door threw me from my thoughts, glancing at the clock as I made my way to answer it I felt annoyed at someone deciding to turn up over an hour early.
“Hey,” her voice was soft and timid, obviously embarrassed by the situation. I failed to reply, she looked beautiful. Her hair was loose and hung in waves around her breasts, she’d applied a little makeup, accentuating her perfect lips and long lashes. My gaze left her face and travelled, in an almost primal way, down her body. I looked back to her face, aware that she was now blushing profusely after my intense inspection.
“Erm, I know I’m early…I hope you don’t mind, I brought some food, and I thought you might want a hand setting up, you know, making sure everything’s clean and stuff…” She trailed off, looking at the floor. How had we become such nervous strangers?
“Um, yeah, thanks.” It was all I could muster. She turned to return to her car and I followed, at least we’d be busy until everyone else arrived, I didn’t think I could handle another stilted exchange like that. She began handing me trays of delicious smelling goodies and my stomach growled in response, I’d missed her cooking, becoming reliant on microwave meals and take-out. She smiled shyly at my body’s response, obviously pleased that I was still reliant on her for something.
The time passed quickly, she moved with ease, cleaning things I had no idea were dirty, moving my mess to its rightful position, setting up the sumptuous buffet. She’d been busy, quiche, pizza, bread, mini pies, wings, ribs and all manner of buns and cakes, it must’ve taken her days. With five minutes to go she’d finished and I found myself dumbstruck once more. Unable to articulate the emotions of the past two months now we were alone. She handed me a small wrapped gift, her cheeks reddening again.
“Um, happy birthday.” She looked up briefly, nervousness evident in her eyes.
“Thanks” I murmured, shocked that she gotten me anything. The sound of the door pounded through my thoughts and broke the atmosphere that had softened between us.
“I’ll get that.” She scuttled off to answer it and I knew that any opportunity to talk through our situation had been lost. My only hope was that we would find another later on.
The afternoon had made way to evening and I’d had a much better time than I thought I would. The atmosphere had been relaxed and I was certain that our secret was still safe. The last of the guests had gone and she’d set to work straight away, clearing, washing, sorting, organising…as I watched her gracefully move from room to room I felt my heart ache. I loved her so much yet she’d made her choice, a choice I couldn’t support her in. My eyes wandered around the room and settled on the box she’d given me earlier, still unopened. I reached for it and gingerly began to unwrap, anxiety pulsing through my veins in anticipation. The purple box exposed underneath the paper revealed no more clues to its contents. As I lifted the lid my breathing hitched in my throat…she’d found it…she’d found it. The case was pristine, as I cautiously removed it from the box and turned it over in my hand all the memories from that year of my childhood came flooding back; the beginnings of our experimentation with three part harmony, this cassette was where it had all started…and she’d found an original! I felt the well of tears I’d held back for the past months begin to break past the dam I’d subconsciously erected. As they began to fall I made no effort to stop them, the cathartic release something I’d craved but been unable to yield to until now. As I found some relief in the discharge of my sorrow I knew that the only comfort and remedy I needed was in the other room, and without her I would never feel whole again.
Author: eleflowerpot
Fandom: Hanson
Pairings: Taylor/ Zac, Isaac/ OFC
Summary: Third instalment of the ‘Secret’ series
Warnings: Some content may be adu
Chapter 1
Isaac’s POV
Nobody knew.
Nobody knew we were living apart. Nobody knew she was pregnant. It couldn’t last much longer though. She was three months gone now and baggy clothing wouldn’t hide her secret forever. She’d chosen to move out of the house, aware that it was her who was in the wrong so it should be her that left. She’d known that the lyrics I’d sung hadn’t been literal, I’d gone away for a few days to get my head together, although I’d remained at the same conclusion. I would never have left Tulsa and everything I held dear; even if what had been most important to me was now lost forever.
It pained me to see her, yet to keep up the illusion we were still together we’d endured the fortnightly family gatherings. We’d kept our distance but no one saw this as odd, never having been an overly tactile couple outside of the confines of our own home. Today would be another test entirely, my birthday.
I’d tried to get out of any sort of celebration, surely after the age of twenty-one birthdays ceased to be important? But to no avail, instead I found myself preparing for the deluge of family and friends, wondering idly if I’d got anywhere near enough food. A knock at the door threw me from my thoughts, glancing at the clock as I made my way to answer it I felt annoyed at someone deciding to turn up over an hour early.
“Hey,” her voice was soft and timid, obviously embarrassed by the situation. I failed to reply, she looked beautiful. Her hair was loose and hung in waves around her breasts, she’d applied a little makeup, accentuating her perfect lips and long lashes. My gaze left her face and travelled, in an almost primal way, down her body. I looked back to her face, aware that she was now blushing profusely after my intense inspection.
“Erm, I know I’m early…I hope you don’t mind, I brought some food, and I thought you might want a hand setting up, you know, making sure everything’s clean and stuff…” She trailed off, looking at the floor. How had we become such nervous strangers?
“Um, yeah, thanks.” It was all I could muster. She turned to return to her car and I followed, at least we’d be busy until everyone else arrived, I didn’t think I could handle another stilted exchange like that. She began handing me trays of delicious smelling goodies and my stomach growled in response, I’d missed her cooking, becoming reliant on microwave meals and take-out. She smiled shyly at my body’s response, obviously pleased that I was still reliant on her for something.
The time passed quickly, she moved with ease, cleaning things I had no idea were dirty, moving my mess to its rightful position, setting up the sumptuous buffet. She’d been busy, quiche, pizza, bread, mini pies, wings, ribs and all manner of buns and cakes, it must’ve taken her days. With five minutes to go she’d finished and I found myself dumbstruck once more. Unable to articulate the emotions of the past two months now we were alone. She handed me a small wrapped gift, her cheeks reddening again.
“Um, happy birthday.” She looked up briefly, nervousness evident in her eyes.
“Thanks” I murmured, shocked that she gotten me anything. The sound of the door pounded through my thoughts and broke the atmosphere that had softened between us.
“I’ll get that.” She scuttled off to answer it and I knew that any opportunity to talk through our situation had been lost. My only hope was that we would find another later on.
The afternoon had made way to evening and I’d had a much better time than I thought I would. The atmosphere had been relaxed and I was certain that our secret was still safe. The last of the guests had gone and she’d set to work straight away, clearing, washing, sorting, organising…as I watched her gracefully move from room to room I felt my heart ache. I loved her so much yet she’d made her choice, a choice I couldn’t support her in. My eyes wandered around the room and settled on the box she’d given me earlier, still unopened. I reached for it and gingerly began to unwrap, anxiety pulsing through my veins in anticipation. The purple box exposed underneath the paper revealed no more clues to its contents. As I lifted the lid my breathing hitched in my throat…she’d found it…she’d found it. The case was pristine, as I cautiously removed it from the box and turned it over in my hand all the memories from that year of my childhood came flooding back; the beginnings of our experimentation with three part harmony, this cassette was where it had all started…and she’d found an original! I felt the well of tears I’d held back for the past months begin to break past the dam I’d subconsciously erected. As they began to fall I made no effort to stop them, the cathartic release something I’d craved but been unable to yield to until now. As I found some relief in the discharge of my sorrow I knew that the only comfort and remedy I needed was in the other room, and without her I would never feel whole again.