I'm waiting for an hour now. She is constantly taking selfies with fans and signing things. I can't take it any longer, so I start honking. I roll the window down and scream: "Hayley come on! It's been an hour now, I want to go to the hotel!" She sighs, screams "Goodnight!" and gets in the car. "A little cranky my dear?" she sighs. "No, just getting tired of all the fans and I just want to cuddle in bed with you. After you showered." She gives me this cute little smile and kisses me. I start the car and drive away, away from all the crazy obsessed fans.
When we arrived at the hotel, Hayley is fast asleep. I pick her up and walk towards the grotesque hotel. "This thing is huge", I whisper to myself. I take the elevator, and the piccolo is watching me. I whisper to him that it's okay, and he pushes the button of the 8th floor. I tap my foot on the rythem of the elevator music, an annoying sound. When we finally get to the 8th floor, I give the young man a $10 bill. "That's for you son, go get some nice of it." The smile he gives me is amazing.
While holding Hayley with one arm, I try to get the card out of my pocket. Finally, I got him. I open the door, walk inside and close the door with my foot. As I lay Hayley on the bed, I sigh. This is not the first time. Whenever she is on tour, she always fall asleep and I have to carry her to bed. Not that I mind it, but it's getting kinda old. I take her clothes of and put her under some blankets. I take a quick shower, and then get into bed. I give her a kiss in her neck, and whisper in her ear "Goodnight my little ladybug."
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The Life of Hayley's Husband.
Fanfiction~ IT'S A FANFIC, DON'T TAKE IT TOO SERIOUSLY ~ Your name is Jason, you're married to the most beautiful woman on earth, Hayley Williams, frontwoman of Paramore. You have to deal with her buzzy workflow, and you love the days she is at home. Will yo...
