It's Not A Dream Anymore (A Taylor York/Paramore Love Story)

Chapter 11 - Mic Test, Mic Test

We all met on parking lot and went to stop on the front of the van to go to the arena. Adam went to the driver's seat, Jon and Justin on the passenger seat in front, Hayley and Chloe in the middle seats, talking about some girly things and laughing and all. Hayley seemed to be happy with Chloe. And I was glad that they finally met. The way they talked was like they're best friends for a long time. I smiled on both of them.

Taylor lead me to the backseat, holding my hand. He sat next to me and he intertwined our fingers, I let him. I felt relieved and comfortable knowing that he was on my side and his fingers are between mine. My heart was still racing but I managed to smile to him.

"Did you eat your breakfast?"  he asked, glancing to me. "I haven't yet" I told him and he frowned. "Bella, you should eat. It's not cool to skip breakfast." he told me, while rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. "I know Tay, but I will. Later, okay?" I smiled and he smiled back. The ride was little long but we didn't care. Taylor and I talked about many things, I told him about Manila, which falls to the conclusion that I became his personal tour guide. He told me some pick up lines that made me laughed too hard. While we talked, he kept our hands interlocked throughout the whole time.

As we reached our destination, they started picking their instrument while Chloe and I ate our breakfast that Taylor ordered. We sat on one of Paramore boxes and watched them perform. My inner self started to fangirl about Hayley's voice, Taylor's skills in guitar, and all of their talents. But I controlled my emotion and just watched them enjoy their soundcheck. Chloe and I were clapping and jumping as they played 'That's What You Get' and many others from the Riot! album.

I had to admit that, throughout the soundcheck, I couldn't take my eyes off Taylor. He's just too perfect for me, thinking how could anyone like him could be that real. I tried to convice myself that he is real. Yes, they're all real. And I've became more than just a fan for them, and that Taylor had told me that he liked me. That he'd been feeling a little more than just a friend.

They finished practicing and Taylor sat on the side stage while Hayley and Chloe took the washroom. Jeremy called Kat and went out to have some privacy. Jon and Justin said that they'll just rest backstage and probably eat. Great! So it was just me and Taylor left. I smiled and went to him. He was so tired and sweaty but managed to smile to me. I sighed and took my handkerchief from my bag. "I think you should rest and put some new clothes!" I said as I wipe his sweaty forehead. Then he looked at me and held my hand. "I miss you" he whispered. "Taylor!" I squealed and he chuckled. "Get up and change! you'll get sick!" I told him and he finally stood up. "Stay with me, Bells."

"Ow, okay. If that's what you like" I followed Taylor in the backstage and saw Jon and Justin eating on the cafeteria. I waved at them and continued to follow Taylor. He offered his hand to me and I took it.

We entered their dressing room and I sat on the couch while Taylor went to grab his new shirt. I waited for what seems like forever, and then there he was, with a smile on his face. "Do I look handsome?!" he squealed while launching himself beside me on the couch. "Duh, you're always handsome to me." I said, pointing his nose with my finger. "Nah, don't touch my button!" he scolded me, then before I find the time to react, he moved and he tickled me to death. "TAYLOR, STOP! OW! TA-TAYLOOOR!!! PLEASE!" I screamed but he kept tickling me. "No! I won't stop! you just touched my button nose!" he replied while laughing really hard. After a few seconds, he stopped. He laughed and told me that I looked like I've ran a 10 kilometer race because my face was so red and sweaty. "It's your fault button!" I told him, sticking out my tongue.