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

Chapter Twenty: Temporarily Happy

If you're sensitive to sexual content this isn't for you, if you're really young, than why in the world are you reading this when you should be playing or something?

Hayley's P.O.V.

I straighten the bed sheets and walk out of the bedroom, ready for the day. I woke up to a text from Angela saying that I will have until noon tomorrow, and that I'm not allowed to tell Taylor about this. I'm suppose to go to the tree behind my house and hang myself. All I want to do is spend the day with Taylor, not because I don't love anyone else, but because I am completely in love with this man and want him to be the last face I see. I'm honestly not even nervous. I'm actual pretty relaxed considering what will happen tomorrow.

Angela told me in a longer text yesterday that Taylor will show up as if nothing ever happened, and he thinks that they are releasing him because he was only being temporarily kept there. Just to show them that they are in control. I'm not allowed to tell him about this, and even though it kills me, he can't get hurt if I'm dead.

I hear a car horn from outside and I basically run outside, and jump into Taylor's arms. "I missed you," I whisper into his chest as he picks me up and spins me around. I'm smiling from ear to ear at this point.

"I missed you more," he tells me pulling me into a long kiss. I smile into it, and wrap my arms around his neck. My takes my hand in his and we walk into my house, smiling more than ever. "We have a lot to talk about," Taylor says as we sit on the couch, our fingers still entwined.

"What did they do to you?" I ask him softly looking at him to check for cuts and bruises. Our eyes meet for a moment and he kisses my forehead, turning so his back faces me and he takes his shirt off as of to answer what I asked, which does in fact answer it. I trace a huge black bruise on his back with my cold fingers, my mouth is open but I can't speak. About six somewhat deep cuts, almost scars, are below the bruise, and my eyes start to sting. A burn scar is on his shoulder as well, and I feel them tense up as I brush my fingers against it, so I immediately move them away. "I'm so sorry," I say in a hushed voice.

He turns to face me with shiny eyes, as a tear slips down my cheek. Taylor wipes it away though, and kisses me softly, soon pulling away. "Don't blame yourself," he whispers.

"If I was dead this wouldn't have happened," I whisper looking down at my lap. Our foreheads are pressed together, our noses are almost touching. Taylor pushes my hair away, not moving his head. I look up from my lap and back at Taylor.

"If you were dead I wouldn't live to see your funeral. I wouldn't make it that far," T explains in a quiet voice. "God has it planned out for you, you just have to wait for it to come to you," When he replies with this, another tear falls and I smile at him as I press my lips against his, careful to not hurt him in any way.

He pulls me into his lap as our shared kiss deepens, and I know that this is heating up fast. I have one day left though, so why even complain? Besides, this is Taylor we're talking about. I trust him with my life. Forget that. I trust him with the lives of every single person I've ever loved. He lets my tongue in, and I smile to myself, my tears no longer falling. It's just Taylor and I now.

I have my hands wrapped around his neck and T's arms are tight around my lower waist as if I'll run away. I don't mind. I move my hands and one brushes against his shoulder, and I pull away, out of breath. "Did I hurt you?" I ask immediately feeling guilty.

"No, it's fine. I'll live, and besides, I would take a bullet just to kiss you again," Taylor responds just as out of breath as I am. At this point I'm smiling so much it hurts, but I can't stop.

"That wouldn't be the smartest decision," I tell him. I pull him in again to continue with we started, now even more careful of where I'm touching him. Soon he pulls away for air though, and looks at me.

"You're right. It's not. I would take a bullet to even talk to you," Taylor explains holding me close.

"Then you're insane," I say to him kissing his nose. "I just remembered, I have to show you something,"

"Right now?" he asks as I stand up. I nod yes and grab his hand, pulling him up the stairs and into my bathroom. I reach down into the cabinet and pull out my weight scale, turning it on. I step on it, a shirtless Taylor watching me.

"Look at it," I ask of him with a huge grin on my face. As soon as he sees it, he smiles from ear to ear, and picks me up spinning me around for the second time today.

"Almost three pounds!" he says setting me down on the ground as I laugh at his reaction. "That's amazing,"

"I did it for you, you know. I wanted to make you proud," I explain pecking his cheek.

"Hayley, I was proud after we broke up," Taylor replies smiling. "I love you so much,"

"I love you too," I say kissing the dork once again. He ends up supporting my body and carrying me to my room where is more...comfortable. I'm up against the wall now, Taylor's arms holding me up. As we continue our make out session, I find a moan escape my lips without permission.

"Did you just-" T tries to ask pulling away while breathing heavily.

"Pretty sure I did," I answer before he finishes. I pull him into another kiss, trying not to hurt his back. He leads me to the bed, as I let a giggle out, unlike that moan a moment ago. I'm not even thinking about anything else. Just how I want to be with Taylor and have him take my worries away forever, even though that would be selfish of me.

Eventually, I'm shirtless, and I'm stumbling over Taylor's belt buckle. I don't know why I'm doing this to him, honestly. I'll be dead tomorrow and we're about to do...it. It just makes me even more of a horrible person than I already am. I feel his lips against my neck and smile even more. You know what happens next.

"These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just to real, there's just to much that time cannot erase, when you cried I'd wipe away all of yours tears, when you'd scream I'd fight away all of yours fears, and I held your hand through all of these years, but you still held part of me,"

My Immortal; Evanescence