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

Chapter Thirteen: Kisses

Hayley's P.O.V.

We have to cancel tonight's show, and no matter what I told everybody, they wouldn't let me have a say. I understand that they are just worried about me, and sure I'm a bit beaten up and I've got a cut, but I could've done it. My only concern would've been covering for the fact that the cut is there.

"Hayley, do you want anything to eat?" Jeremy asks as I lay on the couch. I shake my head no, and he sighs. "You have to eat," he tells me.

"No," I say. "I'm not even hungry," Taylor walks in and sits next to my feet. I know he's thinking about the popcorn, you can see it in his facial expression.

"Taylor, you're her boyfriend, boss her around and force feed her, would ya?" he asks Taylor and leaves the room with a pizza. Taylor raises an eyebrow and looks at me.

"I almost threw it up," I tell him quietly. My head is resting on the end of the couch, but it basically has it's own heartbeat. "That popcorn. I thought if I ate something normal, and if I laughed a little, everything else would go away,"

"What stopped you?" he asks just as quietly.

"What's the point of eating just to throw it up? I already lost the weight; more than enough of it actually. I thought of you too, and what you would think of it. You would hate it, I know you would. I didn't want to let you down more than I already have," I explain.

Taylor pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me, careful to avoid my cut. I let a single silent tear fall, but he kisses my temple, and rests his chin onto on my head. "You could never let me down," he whispers to me.

I turn to see his face, and pull him into a long kiss. My hands are on his face, while his are around my waist. Jeremy apparently walks in, because I hear him say, "Hayley, I meant you have to eat food,"

I pull away from Taylor and look at him telling him with my eyes to get the heck out. He grabs a water from the fridge and leaves, so I kiss Taylor again, wrapping my arms around him. "I love your goofy hair," I tell him pulling away from our kiss.

"That's good too know," he tells me. "Now go eat food," I frown and look down.

"Only cause you're nice to me," I tell him standing up. I grab a banana and eat it really fast, throwing the peel away.

"That's all you're going to eat?" Taylor asks me. I nod yes and sit back down. "Hayley, you need to start putting more weight on, you're way under weight," he warns me.

"Well I don't want to force myself to eat if I'm not hungry," I respond.

"Hayley this is serious. You've got an almost dangerously low weight," T informs me. I sit up and sigh. Our bus driver walks back to us and sighs.

"Sorry to interrupt, I know we just fixed the bus, but it isn't doing so hot, I think we're going to have to pull what went down last time. I talked with Jeff and we guys are good to stay on the Fall Out Boy bus to travel," he tells us.

"Right now?" I ask him. He nods yes and I stand. "Should we get our stuff?"

"Yeah, you guys are set for a hotel tonight and tomorrow night as well, so I suggest you get your stuff, because this old thing won't be near by," The bus driver, Joey, says. Taylor and I get up to tell Jeremy, and we gather the essentials.

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"Hey, we're going down to the little restaurant for dinner, do you want to come?" Taylor asks me as I open the door connecting our hotel rooms to him.

"I don't know, I'm really tired and I have to call Mckayla," I answer. I would love to be with the two, but then there's the food part.

"Are you sure? I really think you should eat," Taylor responds.

"Okay fine, I will," I agree. I just want to spend time with Taylor and Jeremy honestly. I want to make my boyfriend happy, too.

"You're a star," he tells me smiling. I lean in and kiss him gently, and we walk hand in hand to the hotel restaurant, Jeremy on my right side.

"Hey, I'm Rachael, and I'm going to be assisting you all today," the tall blonde tells us. She looks fake with her red booty shorts, revealing shirt, and exaggerated makeup. Rachael even looks straight at Taylor and winks before leaving with our drink orders.

When Rachael comes back, she ends of spilling lemon water all over Taylor, who is next to me on the end. "I'm so so sorry!" she says. What an act, it seems like. "I'm so clumsy!" The waitress even finds it necessary to take a napkin, and attempt to rub some off his shirt. I think the whole hotel notices me tense up with annoyance and jealousy.

"It's okay, I'll just go change my shirt real fast," Taylor tells her politely. She nods and gives Jeremy his drink, as well as Taylor, and my water leaves with her. Taylor gets up to go to his and Jeremy's hotel room, and for some reason, Rachael.

"Why did Rachael just leave in the same direction as T?" I ask Jeremy.

"I have no idea, she seemed a little...odd," he responds looking surprised at what just happened.

"Stay here, I'll be right back," I tell Jeremy as I leave to follow them.

Once at his hotel room, I hear for voice project into the hall. "So, York, you got with her anyway?" she asks him. They're talking about me. I quietly walk in, hiding from view, and take my phone out of my pocket, ready to call the cops. Only certain people call us by our last names and it isn't waitresses.

"What do you want?" Taylor asks her.

"I want you to either dump Williams, or help me destroy her," she explains to him. I dial 911 and turn the volume off, so they can hear us but we can't hear them.

"I would never hurt her," Taylor responds carefully.

"You will, though. You destroy her yourself, or we destroy her together," Rachael says, if that's even her real name.

"I'm not going to let anyone lay a finger on her," he tells the fake.

"Is that so? She got raped twice, she got stabbed, cut, choked, thrown, abused, depressed, yelled at, tortured, faced with fake deaths, real deaths, almost killed herself, doesn't eat, and has the word FREAK written across her arm. You were never able to protect her, and that isn't even the whole list,"

That's when I reveal myself, and 'Rachael' is not so shocked to see me. I could see it in Taylor's eyes though, he wants me to leave. "You can't destroy what's already broken," I tell her. It's the truth, too.

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No you can't, but you can spit on it and bury it alive.