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

Chapter Six: Pieces

This chapter may be triggering to some people at certain parts.

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Hayley's P.O.V.

The next three days drag on slowly, and I barely talk to anyone, to be honest. I haven't spoken with Taylor at all, and Jeremy texted me to make sure I knew about the rehearsal tomorrow after. Apart from that, it's been just me and the deadly silence that is hunting me down. As I walk to the living room, my phone buzzes in my pocket, so I take it our to read the text.

Left you a gift at the door. Drink up or the baby gets it.

You Know Who I Am

Out of anxiousness and curiosity, I move toward the front door, opening it to see a brown bag. I pick it up, shut the door, and walk to the kitchen counter. In the brown bag is a bottle of vodka, and I know what's coming. They want me to get drunk. I have to though, right? I would never want a single thing to ever even touch Bliss.

In concern for Bliss, I open the bottle and drink straight from it, trying not to spit out the disgusting taste. I down it though, and my phone buzzes with another text telling me to drink more, so I do.

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Taylor's P.O.V.

Get to Williams now or the baby gets it.

You Know Who I Am

Is all it says. Nothing else. I obey the demand though; I can't let anything happen to Bliss. No matter what may happen, considering what happened a few days ago with Hayley and I, I have to obey to keep these people safe.

Once I get to her house, I ring the door bell and wait for an answer. Nothing happens though, so I ring it again a moment or so later. Nothing. For some reason, the door is unlocked, so I let myself in. "Hayley?" I call into the quiet house.

"Taylor, what are you doing here?" I hear Hayley say as she walks into the room awkwardly.

"I got a text," I explain to her confused at her weird actions.

"Do you want to play a game?" she asks me mumbling. I notice a bottle of vodka that isn't so full on the kitchen counter and immediately realize she is drunk.

"So you've been drinking," I mention knowing that she is the last person I would know to drink.

"Taylor, have you been working out? Look at those arms," she mumbles poking at my upper arm looking somewhat impressed. She starts to walk toward the kitchen but stumbles over her feet and almost trips. I catch her though, just in time. "Can I tell you a secret?" she whispers to me as I sit her down at the island counter.

"Of course," I say awkwardly, knowing that she wouldn't say this if she were sober.

"I really love you," she mumbles playing with my hair. I pull away from her though. She tries to stand, but I keep her seated. "Stop that, I have to go get something," Hayley stands up and pushes me away, tripping down the hall and up the stairs. Of course I follow her, not because I want to know what she is so desperate to get.

She walks into her bedroom and flops down on the bed. "Good idea, you should rest," I tell her.

"Come here," she says to me patting the bed.

"No, you should rest," I explain to her hoping she will listen, even though I know she won't.

"Button, come here," she complains sitting up. I nod no and she sighs, getting up. "Okay," I give her a confused look as she walks into her bathroom, sitting on the counter.

"What are you doing?" I ask her standing in the bathroom doorway as Hayley swings her legs back and forth.

"Don't you think that when the blood drips down my wrists, it's beautiful?" she asks me sounding ten times more serious, it's as if she is sober for that split second, then back to drunk Hayley. "I like it. It hurts for just a moment, but then the blood starts to seep out and it looks beautiful. The red liquid drips down your arm, as if they are all of the problems leaving your body, never to return. If it doesn't help, you do it again and again until you find relief,"

When she says this, my heart breaks into a million tiny pieces, and all I want to do is hold her in my arms and tell her that everything will be okay. I want to hold her broken pieces together so badly it's breaking me. I know I can't though. Sober Hayley wouldn't allow that. "I-I think you should rest now," I tell her changing the topic.

"No, no, no," she mumbles shaking her head and jumping off of the counter almost falling again. "I think I need to be honest with you," Hayley walks out of the bathroom and walks toward her bed, confusing me with what she may do. She starts to take her shirt off, and I'm shocked at it.

"Hayley, I'm still in the room, remember?" I mention, knowing that drunk Hayley doesn't care.

"You've seen me shirtless before," she mumbles with a giggle. That's true, but this is wrong and I know it is. I can't just take advantage of her in that way. She is obviously under weight, and it almost scares me. She is so thin and fragile it's insane. I can see her scars lined up on her arm, and the word FREAK. It must be torture living with that. Having to look at it everyday and remember what happened exactly.

Now she starts to take her pants off, so to protect sober Hayley, I turn around. She will thank me later. "Why are you taking your clothes off?" I ask her with a sigh.

"I don't want to rest in my clothes," she mumbles simply. Once I hear her get into her bed, I turn around again to see her. She smiles at me and I chuckle. "Come here," Hayley complains.

"Sorry but no," I tell her standing against the wall.

"Please?" she asks more quietly.

"Hayley, you're drunk, I can't," I explain hoping she'll give up. I mean, of course I want to be right there next to her, but I can't.

"Just for a little while, Taylor," she responds calmly. "I miss you,"

"I saw you a few days ago," I tell her honestly.

"You can't leave," she tells me. I feel like her being drunk is nothing but sober Hayley spills all of her secret wishes. If she wasn't drunk would she still want me to stay? If she did she wouldn't admit it.

"I'll stay until you fall asleep, I'm not sleeping with you, and you're not allowed to be cute, okay?" I tell her. She nods and smiles. As I use my arm to lean on the pillow, not quite laying down or sitting up, Hayley snuggles into my chest.

"I said no being cute, remember?" I remind her.

"Why do you get to be cute then?" she asks me into my chest. I let out a chuckle.

"I'm not cute," I whisper.

"You sure are a dork though," she tells me. I smile as she slowly drifts off to sleep. Soon enough though, I force myself to slowly get up, kiss her forehead, tuck her in, and leave the room. Even though it hurts more than anything.

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A couple shots for Hayley, and a couple shots for Tayley.