Misery Business (Sequel to Never Let This Go) *Paramore*

Chapter One: Never Ending

I accidentally deleted the flipping story. Whoops, that ruined my good mood.

Hey guys, Catie here! This is (obviously) the sequel to Never Let This Go. I'm hoping for Misery Business to blow it out of the water though, you never know. This story may be shorter or longer, and depending on what happens, I could add another book or end it. If you read Never Let This Go, you already know my stories contain triggering scenes, violence, language, and yes, sexual content. More in this story than the last actually so look out. If you're not comfortable around those things, then this isn't the story for you. For the rest of you, here we go!

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Hayley's P.O.V.

The house is quiet, and every foot step I take is projected through the main level of the house. I'm exhausted, to be honest, but I don't care. I'm going to explode if I don't get my mind off of the current mess I'm in. Everything I do is pulling me farther into the hole, so I have to help myself by slowly pulling myself out. What do I do to accomplish that though? That's the big question.

I can't go running to Taylor, Jeremy, Kat, or even my mom or Chad because I ask too much of them. I go to them for everything, unless I'm busy pushing them all into a closet while I breakdown in the middle of everything happening. I can't expect that to work anymore, because I'm being dramatic, and that's it. Nothing but my own selfish drama. That is half the reason I am in this hole of mine. Those days are over.

I know for a fact that there are some things that I can't just stop so simply because I feel a certain way. Angela didn't stop because I didn't like it, that is what fueled the fire. This fire is different though, because for over a month it never went out. Right now, it feels like everyone can see that the fire despite it being smaller, but no one wants to deal with it until it gets bigger except for me. Especially Chad considering our conversation the other day.

Right now, we have exactly two weeks until Jeremy, Taylor, and I go on tour with Fall Out Boy and New Politics. I am hoping that touring will get my mind off of things, and everything will go away for the summer, but I have a very strong feeling that it doesn't work that way. Things don't go away because we ask them to. I took a stab wound in the side to realize it, too. I may not be suicidal at the moment, but it doesn't mean I'm not in a deep depression.

By the time I get to the rehearsal space fifteen minutes away from my house, Taylor and Jeremy are already here. I peck Taylor's lips and hug Jeremy like a little five year old. "Hi," I say awkwardly as he hugs me back.

"Hey Hayley," he says to me pulling away. He smiles when he does. "I missed that smile," I smile bigger and we sit by the drums to start putting a setlist together.

"We have an hour and a half, right?" Taylor asks me. I nod yes.

"I think it would be cool if we used a song from All We Know Is Falling as the intro and work our way through the albums as the show goes on. I mean, this is a special tour for not only the fans but us. It's monumental remember?" Jeremy suggests.

"That sounds cool actually," Taylor says.

"Okay yeah, what song though? That's the big question," I respond. After a couple minutes of brain storming, we agree on using a very early single, using Jeremy's idea, Emergency. The whole setlist brain storming feels easier today for some reason. I'm not sure why. It could be that we've gone through so much our brains just hurt, or that we are all having a really good day. I mean I wouldn't say my day has been bad, but it hasn't been great, so it must be the first option.

"We have to have a couple exceptions though, for the one album at a time idea. Like Misery Business and a couple others," Taylor mentions. Eventually, our setlist is complete. We followed Jeremy's idea for the most part, but we ended up switching some things and adding other things. This setlist is amazing, I know the fans will love it for the most part.

Emergency

Here We Go Again

Franklin

My Heart

Interlude: Moving On

That's What You Get

Let The Flames Begin

Part II

For A Pessimist I'm Petty Optimistic

We Are Broken

Interlude: Holiday

Misguided Ghosts

The Only Exception

Brick By Boring Brick

Looking Up

Interlude:I'm Not Angry Anymore

Renegade

Hello Cold World

Proof

Fast In My Car

Misery Business

Encore:

Pressure

Still Into You

Ain't It Fun

"Hey, Hayley, are you doing anything after this?" Taylor asks me as I start to walk to my car.

"Um, I don't know, why?" I respond to him. I am actually not in the best mood to be around people. Even though I had a while to get my mind off of my worries because of the band, they immediately flood back after that distraction ends. All I want to do right now is sleep.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out, that's all," he explains innocently. I feel bad for not wanting to hang out, but I might fall over because of everything weighing me down.

"I don't know, I'm exhausted and cranky, can you come for dinner though? We can order pizza," I suggest instead. I don't want him to feel like I'm blowing him off.

"Okay, sure, that works. See you at...6:30?" he asks kindly.

"Sure dork," I say with a smile.

"That isn't nice," he tells me as I start to open my car door.

"Dork, dork, dork, dork," I respond with a giggle. "Love you , T," I lean in to kiss him. It is an innocent, small kiss at first but it turns into a longer one. "We can continue this later," I tell him pulling away. "Considering that we're in a parking lot,"

"Okay, love you," he says as I get into my car.

Once home, I end up falling asleep on the couch after watching The Big Bang Theory for an hour, just to wake up to a ringing phone. "Hello?" I ask. Adam is on the phone.

"Hey Hayley, have you been on Instagram, Twitter, or anything within the hour?" he asks sounding a little bit worried.

"No, why? Is something wrong?" I ask sitting up on the couch and rubbing my eyes.

"There is a picture of you and Taylor in a bedroom. Both of you are shirtless and kissing," he explains. "Hayley did you leak this? Who took it?"

"I'll do all that I can, Adam. Let's just say a lot has been going on, if you've been watching the news," With that I hang up, almost immediately regretting my rudeness.

My phone buzzes again with a text this time. It's from a blocked number, and automatically I start to get nervous. More than nervous, actually. Terrified.

You should be a dead girl, Williams. I'll finish you later.

Your Puppet Master and Game Maker

G

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