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

Chapter Fifteen: The Article

Hayley's P.O.V.

I wake up in Taylor's arms, and with a small smile on my face. The thing about waking up next to Taylor is that I never wake up facing away from him, but with my face buried in his chest. The thought warms me and I smile a little more. I feel like he is acting as my shield, the way he is holding me. I like that. I gently move so that I don't wake him, and kiss his chin, moving back down into his chest.

After a moment or so, I feel Taylor wake up, and he kisses my head. "Good morning," he whispers to me.

"Good morning," I respond smiling more. He moves the arm that was around my waist, and rubs the sleepiness away from his eyes. I take T's hand and lace our fingers together with a smile.

"You sure are smiling a lot this morning," he tells me softly.

"I like waking up to you," I explain pecking his lips.

"Is that all I get?" he asks me putting on his really adorable fake pouty face, his lip sticking up and eyes sparkling.

"I missed hearing that more than you'll ever know Taylor York," I respond kissing him again, this time with more passion. Taylor is basically on top of me right now, and I'm completely okay with it. My hands are in his hair, his around my lower waist. I want this every morning. To wake up and for Taylor to be there. I want to smile so much it hurts.

I pull away for air, and giggle. "I love you, I love you, I love you, and I love you," I tell him smiling like no one's business.

"I sort of like you too," he tells me with a goofy smile. I pretend to frown and he kisses my forehead.

"That isn't very nice," I respond, still using my pretend frown. He kisses me again though, and I kiss back, the frown suddenly disappearing.

"Love is a word too over used," he says pulling away eventually. "Words are just words until you make them true,"

"Have you?" I ask him unconcerned if he even loves me or not.

"I didn't," he tells me honestly. I sit up an move away from him a couple inches. Is he saying he doesn't love me? After sleeping with me? After everything we've been through?

"What are you saying?" I ask in a hushed voice, my eyes starting to sting. "So you don't...love me? Was it pretend?"

"Hayley, look at me," Taylor says calmly.

"Stop," I tell him trying to get out of the bed.

"Hayley, you made me love you not me. You are my everything, not just a detail. You are the reason I'm not dead, and the reason I'm not depressed. You are my motivation to get up and eat, and to go and pick up that guitar. You, Hayley, are the one thing in my life right now that I feel is 100% right," he explains to me. Tears are pouring down my face at this point and I bury my face in his neck, and wrap my arms around him. His arms are, once again, around me as well.

"Dork," I whisper giggling. He chuckles and pulls away from our hug. "You really scared me there, you know," I tell him.

"I'm not going anywhere. We both know that. I love you far too much," I bring him into another, more passionate, kiss. A knock on the door interrupts though, and we realize we're in a hotel room.

"Guys, we have an hour," I hear Jeremy say. I sigh and roll out of the bed, Taylor as well.

Once Taylor and I are both showered and ready to go for the day, I hear my phone buzz from the night stand. "Hey, Chad, what's up?" I say into the phone.

"Hey, have you been looking into anything recently? I found something and just emailed you the article," he says through the phone sounding a little stressed.

"I haven't had the chance, but I'll check it out right now, I have a few minutes," I respond moving toward my laptop.

"Okay, but it's a lot to process," Chad tells me.

"Alright, thanks Chad. I'll call you if anything," I tell him kindly.

"Okay, be careful, bye," he answers hanging up. I go to my email as Taylor walks in from his and Jeremy's room.

"What are you doing?" he asks me sitting next to me on the bed as I open the email Chad has just sent.

"Chad emailed me something. He said it may be a lot to process," I explain opening the link. A news article pops up with the title, 'Man Supposedly Kills Mother of Small Child'.

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Put the pieces together. Sorry.

Sorry it's short by the way, this thing called writer's block truly sucks.