(Title credit: If It Means A Lot To You by A Day to Remember)
Apparently 3% of the people reading this fic are male so if you're a boy shipping Haylex who listens to bands date me please. I'm kidding. No I'm not.
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Hayley's POV
I'm in so much trouble, it's actually laughable. No really, I'm sat in the car beside Aunt Cass wetting myself laughing while she's practically screaming at me. Cass never, and I mean NEVER, yells or gets angry, so I know I've royally fucked up this time. The only reason why I don't care is because I'm still overjoyed about getting back together with Alex. Isn't it ironic how we got back together right after my band performed a song about how much of a dick he is?
After it all happened, my raging aunt came out of the hall and practically dragged me to the car without saying a single word. I hardly had time to say goodbye to my friends, or boyfriend for that matter.
"I honestly can't believe you would do that!" The blonde woman driving fumed "Do you know how much it'll cost to repair all the damages, and don't even get me started on the mess! Hayley, how on earth can you find this funny? I mean, this is YOUR parent's funeral and you seem to be the happiest person alive!"
I couldn't respond. Every time I opened up my mouth, a giggle would escape instead of a reply or apology. Cass has a point; I should be sad, mourning, crying my eyes out. Yet here I am, grinning like a madman, lettuce tangling in my blood red locks, ketchup smeared across my face. After her mini rant, we spent the remainder of the car journey sat in silence. I am definitely going to be grounded for the rest of my life.
As soon as we got home, I ran up to my room and shut the door in order to escape another scolding. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and saw that it was blowing up with text messages and missed calls, most of them from Alex, Brendon and Jenna.
Jenna: HAYLEY WHERE DID YOU GO MAN??
Jenna: Where are youu
Jenna: AND IM SO SORRY
Jenna: lol sorry for the blink reference
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Brendon: Tangerine, where did you and Alex go?
Brendon: Ahh, I think I know ;)
Brendon: Seriously though, are you still living or what
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Alex: looks like you're in deep shit, sorry about that x
Alex: hayley are you still alive??
Alex: fuck, your aunt has killed you hasn't she?
Alex: HAYLEY !!
I giggled quietly, and replied to everyone. Flopping down onto my bed, I started to think about how weird things will be on Monday; everyone believes that I hate Alex's guts now all of a sudden we're back together. At first I was sure that I want to date him again, but now I'm feeling sceptical. Is it too soon? Is this a good idea? Can I trust him? What will everyone think?
I've just come back from a funeral, it's too soon to start thinking about this. In an attempt to clear my mind, I untangled my earphones after taking them from my pocket and plugged them into my phone. Hitting play, the wonderful sound of Halestorm filled my ears. Subconsciously, I began to nod my head in time with Freak Like Me.
Soon, I was picturing myself on a stage, a bright orange microphone seized in my hand. To my side were Jeremy and Taylor, and Aaron on drums behind us. A loud cheering noise was coming from behind me, which sounded like a crowd of people yelling "Paramore!". Rotating round, I saw multitudes of people stood before us, fists in the air and signs held up, with things like "I LOVE YOU HAYLEY!" and "MARRY ME JEREMY" etc. Wow, it's a lot of people, but I don't feel nervous. I can hear the familiar sound of Taylor's guitar exploding across the area, later accompanied by the bass and drums, provided by Jeremy and Aaron. The crowd were practically leaping around, having mini moshpits in the confined space they were in.
