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

Chapter Thirty-Four: Safe Place

Hayley's P.O.V.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, and I love you," I tell Taylor, cuddled into his bare chest, the moonlight just visible through the window. I can feel his smile through his whole body, and my smile grows bigger at the thought.

"I love you a million times more," he replies kissing my temple. "I truly do, so don't go anywhere,"

"I'm not planning on it," I explain, breathing in his wonderful scent. "But you have to promise me something,"

"Anything," I hear softly. I smile at the thought of him doing so. Anything. I sit up on the bed, looking at Taylor sitting on my legs and our hands entwined. I'm only wearing his t shirt after all.

"Never ever hurt yourself for me," I whisper with worried eyes. "Please, Taylor, I would never forgive myself," When I say this, Taylor's eyes sparkle, looking a bit red. Taylor doesn't cry as half as much as I do; only when something happens like this. Beautifully tragic, and disturbingly horrid.

"Hayley, you hurt yourself too much, and that kills me every time. If you truly want to make me happy, stop hurting yourself and don't worry about me," he says kindly. I reach over and kiss Taylor softly, pulling away before he could really kiss me back.

"It isn't that easy," When I whisper this, Taylor sits up completely, his bare chest even more visible to me, and picks up my arms, my scars pointed up. He examines them, and smiles a little, setting them back down.

"You haven't cut your wrists in a long time, and most of the scars are mostly gone. It's easy if you let it be," Taylor explains. Before I can respond, the door bell rings, and I sigh. I throw on my jeans from earlier that are folded on the dresser, Taylor's t shirt still on, and a fully dressed Taylor already ready and walking to the door. I stay on the upstairs level, but I hear Taylor call me after a moment or so. "It's a package for the both of us,"

I walk down the stairs quickly, running to the kitchen island stool like an excited child. I know it's just anxiousness though. Taylor opens the small box, glancing at me before he takes a look inside. He picks up a piece of paper inside and after a long few seconds, he drops it in shock, mouth open. I pick it up, Taylor's eyes already looking sympathetic toward me as my new dog comes running into the room.

You've had a good day, huh Hayley? Don't worry...I'll fix that. David and I have been thinking that having a baby might add to the fun. Next time he visits we'll do something about that idea. Happy Birthday!

-You Know Who I Am

I had such an amazing day with my favorite person in the world, and now these words are slapping me in the face right now, basically saying I'm going to be rapped. It doesn't say how much or how often, either. I feel the blood leave my face as my eyes grow tired. That's all I really am, honestly; tired. I'm sick of this world live in, and I want to be happy again, but it's never ending.

"Hayley..." I hear Taylor's voice softly say. I can't cry though, because I'm almost out of energy. I stand and rip up the paper, knowing I can't do anything about this situation, and throw it away. I then take the box and look into it, my eyes suddenly filled with the sight of baby clothes in a large pile. Once those are in the the trash as well, Taylor completely shocked still, I walk back up the stairs without a word.

After I'm back to only being in Taylor's t shirt, I find my way under his bed covers, the dog with no name already curling up next to me as I'm in a ball. It's weird how comfortable he is even though I just met the adorable pet.

After about twenty minutes my body is exactly the same as it was before, as I scratch behind the dog's ears, thinking of possible names. Taylor slowly walks in now, just as much as a zombie as I am. "Do you still want to be alone?" he asks sweetly. It takes me a minute to find the answer myself, and when I do, I express it by nodding my head no and looking down. He slowly walks to me, and takes his shirt back off slipping into the bed.

"You're safe with me, Hayley," I feel whispered into my hair. "I won't let them get you here," 

"That's the problem, T. We have to let them get me," I whisper back, carefully choosing my words and not looking at the man. "I can't risk what may happen if we don't,"

"I'm going to do everything I can to protect you, I don't care if they hurt me. You're not going to have a baby you don't want and put the poor child through hell from those cruel people...that isn't fair,"

"Taylor, I'm so so sorry I dragged you into this," I finally say with a cracking voice, looking at him finally, my dog climbing over my legs. Taylor pulls me into his chest, a single tear falling down my cheek, and my whole heart shattering.

"I'm so so sorry I can't get you out just yet," Taylor replies softly, kissing my forehead. "It follows me everywhere,"

"Don't let it follow you everywhere, I want you to live your life," I respond slowly, as Taylor takes my hand in his, mine a lot smaller and shakier.

"Actually Spongebob, I recently started believing with all of my heart that I was put on this earth to protect you, to stay with you, and to love you with everything I've got," he explains with a small smile.

"I think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever told me Button," I quietly tell him with a small smile and glassy tears.

"So I'm not socially awkward anymore?" Taylor asks.

"No, you're still socially awkward you dork," I explain giggling.

"Wow, alright then. I'm glad that you just giggled like that though because that was adorable," T says kissing my temple. He saying this makes me giggle even more, and blush a little bit as well. "Stop being cute,"

"Stop being so handsome," I reply with a smile looking down to his chest. "Seriously it's unhealthy for me," he chuckles at my comment. "Actually no, don't stop I like it,"

I sort of feel like stretching it out as much as possible from here until the end because I sort of don't want to stop writing this story so I don't know...

I have a feeling that there will be a good amount of chapters left and it'll be longer than the first book. I hope that's okay with you guys!

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