That's What You Get, Lydia // Hayley Williams

[Chapter Twenty Four] I'm Tired Of Being Alone

[Chapter Twenty Four] I'm Tired Of Being Alone  

Song: On Melancholy Hill

Lydia~  

Screaming.  

Screaming was all I heard when I woke up in a cold sweat. Only then did I realize that the screams were coming from me. My hair stuck to my face, damp with sweat. My chest rose and fell dramatically, I desperately trying to regain the air in my lungs. "Fuck." I cursed, my fingers running through my damp hair. I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand, groaning loudly once I realized that it was five in the morning. There's no way in hell I'll be able to go back to sleep.  

An idea popped inside my head- a stupid idea. I had this crazy idea that I could go to Hayley's apartment and hang out with her. But what kind of person goes over to someone's apartment at five in the morning to 'hang out'? She's probably sleeping so it doesn't even matter. Fuck. Why did the nightmares have to start again? I thought they were done for good.  

Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I began sending messages to random people, seeing which would text back. Of course, only a few of my friends replied to my messages, but I quickly grew bored of the dry conversation and decided to turn my phone off.  

Pushing the thick blankets off me, I stood up from my bed and headed to my closet. Grabbing a pair of grey sweats and a blue sweatshirt, I quickly changed into the clothing and wiped my tired eyes with a baby wipe. I walked into my living room, contemplating on what to do to pass the time. I ended up watching Saved By The Bell for about ten minutes before I grew bored again.  

"Fuck this." I stood up from the couch, slipped on my Toms and headed out the door. I don't care how weird it is to go visit someone at five in the morning, I just really need to see Hayley right now. The kiss I shared with her, it sparked something inside me- a desire that was completely foreign to me. I know that my feelings were always there, I was just too stubborn and my ego was too fucking big to let me realize them.  

I took the elevator up to the floor above me and walked down the corridor. I bit my tongue, wondering if it was a good idea to see her. I know that she's probably sleeping, but I want to hear her voice again. I want to see her smile, I want to hear her laugh, I want to feel her soft lips again. But most of all, I want to see her again.  

Wow, I'm starting to sound like an obsessive girlfriend.  

Hayley and I aren't dating, but that's something I want to ask her when I take her out today. I want to ask her if she's willing to put up with my crap and be my girlfriend.  

Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. My hands shoved into the pocket's of sweater as I waited in the empty hallway. When I started to think that Hayley didn't hear my knocking, the door swung open and for a second, I swear I forgot how to breathe properly.  

"Lydia?" Hayley rubbed her tired eyes. Her red hair was a mess and she wore nothing but short shorts and a white t-shirt. Of course, she had a bra underneath. But that was the problem- I could see her bra. "W-What are you doing here?" She asked, yawning quietly.  

"I... Uh... I wanted to see you." I admitted. Despite the darkness from the hallway and her apartment, I could still see Hayley's cheeks flush bright red. "Is... Is that okay?" I asked, suddenly feeling nervous. Honestly, I don't remember the last time I felt nervous around someone I liked. Well, I do- When Cameron took me out on our first date. But the butterflies I felt then weren't the same as now. Maybe it's because Cameron was one of my first serious boyfriends and I had this crazy idea that we would last forever.  

To my relief, Hayley stepped aside and let me into her apartment. In general, everything in the apartment was the same as mine, but Hayley's apartment was ten times nicer. Her walls were painted light blue and she had two couches, a large television and a guitar in the living room. Plus, her place was a lot cleaner than mine. Instead of the smell of marijuana and burnt toast, her apartment smelled exactly like her; a sweet mixture of vanilla and strawberries.