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

Chapter Seventeen: Threats Against Actions

Hayley's P.O.V.

Taylor's eyes are wide as I tell this, and I see him tear up a little bit, but he'd never admit it. He pulls me into a hug, speechless and probably relieved as well. "I love you so much," he tells me hugging my tight. "So so much," My face is buried in his neck, and I can feel how relaxed Taylor is compared to just a few minutes ago. Was he worrying about me being suicidal more often than I thought?

"I love you too," I respond, not yet letting our long hug end. I don't want it to. I do soon pull away though, looking into his chocolate eyes. "I love your eyes, your curly hair, your nose, the way you laugh, how socially awkward you are at times, how talented you are at everything, how kind you are to everyone, I love how you dress in the simplest things, how strong you are when you need to be, your desire to make the best of everything, and every other possible detail about you. Even the ones like the fact that you deleted your Instagram so I can't see your shoe selfies," I admit.

"I think that you are the kindest, most unique, most beautiful, woman I've ever met. I also know that you don't deserve a percentage of the things you've gone through is so little time, and that getting through it is part of why you are the strongest person I'll ever know," Taylor responds to me with a goofy smile.

"I'm nowhere close to beautiful," I reply hardly audible.

"You're eyes are just right. They are a beautiful color and they light up looking even more wonderful. Your smile could stop a world war. Your hair could motivate almost anyone to dye their hair a different color. You're tiny, so people can pick you up and carry you around like a feather. I love that. You always where the coolest, most outgoing clothes I've seen. Your personality is the sweetest, kindest, most honest, and most empathetic personality I've known, and I never want you to change. If you want to be beautiful then don't do anything differently,"

"We could do this for hours you know," I tell him. "Telling each other these things, I mean. Even though I only believe what I say, you have to be the kindest person I'll ever know. We both know I'll never be those things though,"

"Hayley, you aren't blind, but you can't see," Taylor responds to me. "Did you know how hard it is for a guy like me to find someone so amazing and to be able to be loved back? Do you know how hard it is to find someone who shares similar interest in things, and is not only beautiful on the outside, but the inside?"

"You could've done better than me," I whisper to Taylor kissing him softly.

"Never will there be anyone better than Hayley Nichole Spongebob Williams," T explains pulling me into his lap as we finish the movie.

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We're in Oklahoma City now, and the tour is approaching it's end quickly. I don't want it to end, performing and hanging out with Fall Out Boy has been taking my mind off of everything bad, not to mention Taylor helping. A lot. My phone buzzes and so I pick it up with a text.

That little thing you pulled with York the other day was disgusting. Avoid him for five days or he's mine.

You Know Who I Am

I run to my bunk and jump in before anyone starts to see me cry. I don't want to avoid Taylor. I never want to avoid him. Why is she doing this? I want him to hold me right now so badly. What is he going to think when one day like yesterday we're all over each other and the next I won't even talk to him? I couldn't do that to him.

I allow the tears to soak my pillow, my make up running, and my body feeling more vulnerable than ever. It's one thing breaking up with him because of Angela, but it's another having to see his face for five days straight and not say a word to him knowing that if you do, he won't be there the next morning. "Hayley, do you want to go with Jeremy and I to walk around for a while?" Taylor asks me pulling my curtain open. I'm facing the wall though, so he can't see my face. I think he sees he wipe a tear away though.

"Hayley? What happened?" he asks me confused and innocent to the problem. I want him to jump up on my bunk with me and hold me. I want him to tell me everything will be alright. "Hayley, look at me," Taylor says as I shake and cry. "Hayley please," I'm so so sorry Taylor, I still love you. "What did I do wrong? I'll fix it,"

"I can talk to her for a second?" I hear Jeremy ask Taylor in a hushed voice. I think Taylor just walks away, because Jeremy says my name. "Hayley, are you okay?" he asks me softly. I turn to face him, wiping another tear away. "What happened?"

"Angela," I whisper to him, more tears falling. "I want it to end,"

"Is it about Taylor?" Jeremy asks me kindly. I nod my head yes and he sighs. He motions for me to come out of my bunk, and so I jump out, and he leads me to the back of the bus, sitting on the couch. I wipe another tear away and look at him. "Did she threaten you?" I nod yes again.

He pulls me into a hug, and I just cry. I'm sick of all of this. I'm done. I don't want to live in a world where my life is nothing but threats and darkness. "I just want to be happy," I say into our hug.

"Soon," My big brother tells me pulling away. I give him a a small smile and hear a bang from the front, so I run up automatically assuming that something bad has happened, which isn't wrong. I find someone yell from outside and run down the bus steps and look around. A pair of familiar feet are being dragged down toward a dark alley, considering it's almost night. Taylor's feet.

"Stop!" I say running to the two dark figures holding an unconscious Taylor. I jump on one's back, who drops Taylor and the other guy tries to pull me off, but Jeremy comes running and punches him straight in the face. "If you take him or threaten me again I'm calling the cops! Leave before I change my mind!" I yell jumping off the man's back. They're wearing ski masks, so I can't see their faces.

Taylor's body is now laying on the ground, ans everyone stops what they're doing. "Don't threaten us," I hear through one of the masks.

"Don't talk to me that way," I demand, not even a little scared of them.

"You need to shut your mouth," he responds to me pointing his finger at me. It looks like he may hit me, but he doesn't. I guess he has more patience than the rest of the men do.

"Just leave, we've done nothing to you, and Taylor certainly doesn't deserve being kidnapped by a bunch of morons like yourselves. I suggest you go now before this gets serious," Jeremy tells them as he's surprisingly calm.

"It already has, Davis," I hear the other voice say, as he pulls off his mask. I recognize him too. Chad Gilbert is behind one of the masks that hurt Taylor.

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That was sloppy. :/