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

Chapter Twelve: Choking

Hayley's P.O.V.

It's been another week of Momumentour, and the Paramore tour bus broke down. It's going to take two days to fix so we are sleeping in hotels, and traveling in the Fall Out Boy bus. We'll be in the same state, but Texas is a big place.

Taylor has been really quiet lately. More than usual. He's been only talking when he needs to, and same with eating. On stage he acts normal, but it's the same for me. Everything is okay on stage.

I just woke up in my hotel room, and now I'm getting dressed and ready for the day. Once I have my shorts and random tank on, my makeup on, and my fake smile on, I knock on the door connecting our rooms, and Jeremy answers it. "He won't get up," he whispers to me. I frown and walk to the sleeping Taylor. He looks cute when he sleeps, his bottom lip sticks out and his hair is messier than usual.

"Taylor?" I ask quietly, moving a curl out of his face. His blankets are up to his neck. He's moves so that he's facing away from me now. "T, you have to get up soon," I tell him. He doesn't respond. "If you don't get up I'll have to get a cold bucket of water,"

I move to the other side of the bed so that I can see his face, and I kneel down so our eyes are level. "Are you okay?" I ask quietly, fixing another strand of hair of his.

"No," he whispers turning around to face away from me. I sigh and examine him. He looks like he's more a mess than me, at the moment. I can't help but think it's my fault that it's like that. It should be the other way around. Taylor is too strong for this. I turn and see that Jeremy has left, and probably went for food.

With that, I sit on the end of the bed, and crawl over so that I'm sitting in the small space in front of Taylor. "I'm never going away, you know," I whisper to him. I pull his face toward mine and kiss him passionately. I missed this so much it started to physically hurt. His lips are soft, and warm. Once I run out of air, I pull away, and leave the room. Just like that. I didn't even see his reaction, all I know is that he kissed back.

After fifteen minutes or so, I'm packing the remainder of my stuff in my bags, and I hear a door shut. I turn around and there is a man standing in my hotel room; David. "What are you doing here?" I ask him trying to hide being nervous. He doesn't say anything, he just walks toward me and I step back. Eventually I get to the wall though, and he grabs my wrists "Stop!" I yell, starting to tear up. He grabs my waist and I scream. "Taylor! Taylor!"

David puts his hand around my mouth and drags me into the bathroom, locking the door. Once he lets go of me, I run for the door, but he trips me and I fall onto the tile. He grabs my neck and starts to choke me, as I gag and gasp for air. I try to kick him, but I'm not strong enough. I can't waste my breath trying to scream anymore. He eventually let's go of my neck and grabs his knife from his side, moving toward me. "Bad decision getting close to York again," he tells me cutting a deep line on my upper arm.

I let out a piercing scream and he chokes me again. "Don't scream," he demands as I choke. Tears are pouring down my face now, and I'm shaking so hard you could notice it from Australia. He is sitting on me now, and I can't move. I can't breathe at all, and the pain is unbearable. He punches me in the stomach after getting off of me, and then David pushes me into the bathtub. I hit my head, but not enough to do damage. Then the cruel man runs out, leaving me in serious pain.

I don't have the energy to scream anymore, I just lay half in the bathtub, in excruciating pain. I bet they're the reason the bus broke down, too. After what feels like forever, Taylor comes running in, his face covered in tears. "He locked me in my bathroom, I'm so so sorry," he tells me helping me out of the bathtub gently.

He takes a wash cloth and wraps it around the deep cut on my upper left arm, and kisses my forehead. I'm in his lap now. "How bad does it hurt, on a scale from one to ten?" he asks me through a tear.

"Twelve," is the only thing I manage to croak out. He carries me out of the bathroom, and lays me on the hotel bed.

"We need to call an ambulance," he informs me. It takes every part of me to put the effort together to lift my arm and grab his hand, but I do it.

"I'm okay," I whisper to him. He sits on the end of the bed and fixes a strand of my hair. The opposite of less than an hour ago.

"You're in pain, I need to help you, Hayley," he tells me.

"The show," I say barely audible. It almost hurts to talk at this point. It's like the pain is intensifying by the minute.

"We'll have to cancel it," he tells me with a sad look; as if he's shocked that I'm worried about the show when I'm in this pain, but not surprised at all at the same time. He picks up my phone from the night stand and dials 911. I hate this. I got attacked because I kissed someone I love? It's sick.

Once he hangs up the phone, I take advantage of holding his hand and I pull him closer to me. "Come here," I say looking up at him. I pull him into another kiss, and I smile at him. "Let's show them," I whisper kissing him again.

"Why do you keep doing that?" he asks me softly regarding the kiss. Jeremy should be back soon. Any minute now. He's taking a while getting food, or whatever he's doing.

"The same reason you kiss back each time," I tell him. I don't care that my throat is in pain anymore. I will say those words over and over again if I can.

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I entwine my fingers with Taylor's and don't let go. The doctor gave me some pain killers for all of the punching, and I just got my stitches for the cut. "Taylor, why were you acting that way all week?" I ask him quietly. I'm still concerned.

"Let's just call it...post Hayley depression," he explains to me. My eyes widen and I don't know what to say. Did I make him feel bad about himself? Did I hurt him?

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you," I tell him still not letting go of his hand.

"You didn't. I hurt you. Me hurting you hurt me," T responds. "Like depression but it's got the strict cause of loving someone way too much and hurting them enough to feel like shit for forever," I smile.

"If you hurt me so badly then why am I still holding your hand?" I ask him softly.

"I honestly have no idea," Taylor responds. Jeremy walks in with a cup of coffee and hands it to Taylor, who smiles.

"So you're together again?" he asks us sitting in a visitor chair.

"Yeah, I guess we are," I tell him while another smile. I know that in the end Angela hates us being together, but I don't care right now.

"I'm glad. I like seeing you guys happy again," he tells us both with his big, old smile. "So when are they discharging you?"

"Um...half an hour I think," I answer kindly. Taylor's phone buzzes and he picks it up answering it.

"It's for you," he tells me handing me the phone. I take it from him and greet the person on the other end.

"You've been a bad girl, Williams. You know I don't want you with him," I hear through the phone.

"I'm sorry but my relationships are none of your business," I tell the voice.

"They are if I'm using your own arrow to shoot and kill you with," the voice tells me harshly. With that they hang up, leaving me confused and anxious.

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Think about that last thing the voice said to Hayley. Ponder.