Hayley Williams: Imagine Me With You.

Dying To Find A Lookalike: Part 1!

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Context: Inspiration for this chapter came from a song titled 'Lookalike' by Conan Gray from his 2018 Sunset Season EP.
I'd advice giving the song a listen first if you aren't familiar with it, before beginning the imagine!
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• I made the decision to set this chapter in the same alternate universe as one of my previous imagines called 'Is It Me For You?' •
Meaning a few original characters from that story will be making their comeback.
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This is a pretty heavy and angst filled chapter, which includes several trigger warnings!
⚠️ Excessive mentions of alcohol and smoking, descriptions of an argument, mild violence and non consensual
touching ⚠️
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- "Tell me why I agreed to come to this party again?!" You spat out angrily, with an agitated huff and an aggressive shove of your arm as you pushed through the barricade of people.
- "Because," Morgan was about to begin, before you heard her mumble hushed apologies to the selection of party goers you'd clearly offended with your actions.
- "Because?" You turned to her, as the pair of you finally reached the bar.
- "Cause," She emphasised her words with wide eyes. "I'm sick of seeing you like..."
- you watched her pause for a second, her eyes rolling while you raised your brows at her inquisitively.
- she was one of your best friends and one of your longest band mates and due to that fact, she was able to see right through you in a flash.
- you absolutely hated it.
- it was essentially impossible for you to hide anything at this point.
- "Like, what?" You prompted, with an exasperated sigh - waving frantically at the bartender; you needed another drink.
- "Like this!" Morgan shouted, gesturing dramatically with her hands as she knocked your stumbling state down onto the bar stool with haste.
- "Heartbroken, you mean?" You laughed at her, nodding appreciatively at the woman behind the bar as you clutched onto the double vodka with a shaky grasp.
- "You need to get over Hayley." Morgan stated truthfully, looking up into your eyes intensely as she took a small sip from her glass.
- "What if," You slurred, taking your index finger and poking it into Morgan's chest annoyingly. "I don't wanna get over Hayley."
- "I'll never find anyone else like her." You admitted, your reality setting in as you groaned deeply - your forehead hitting the hard wood of the bar in defeat.
- it had been six months since the breakup and almost five weeks since your band finished up their headline tour for your second album cycle.
- in all honestly, since touring with paramore last summer; your band's reputation within the music industry had skyrocketed.
- the shows becoming crazier, your fanbase growing by the day and your music was being heard by more people than it ever had before.
- but with that spotlight; came the consequences of fame, and that was what you were struggling with the most.
- you understood hayley's reasoning for the break up, you were touring so much that you were hardly seeing each other.
- you were also finding it had to admit you'd been neglecting her, ignoring her calls cause you were too busy getting pissed at an after show party with the band.
- you agreed to her decision in the end, even though you detested it.
- it tore your heart in two to see her leave your life so abruptly.
- the first couple of weeks were the worst, you both attempted to stay in contact - but it got to the point where you were leaving her drunken voice messages every night.
- confessing how much you loved her and that you simply couldn't live without her.
- hayley replied to the first couple, her voice still just as loving and sincere as it spilled down the microphone; just like it sounded when she once held you in her arms.
- but, upon listening over her words in the early hours one morning, finally sober - you realised how much this was hurting her and you couldn't be reasonable for her pain anymore.
- you had to let her go, so you did.
- cutting all contact; although your heart still ached everyday.
- god forbid if you ever saw her face in the flesh after that day, you might just fall apart all over again.
- but now, you found yourself at a bar in downtown LA, to celebrate the album release of one of the fellow bands on your label.
- and you would rather be anywhere else but here.
- "Look around, Y/N." Your determined drummer persisted, placing her palm on your shoulder; encouraging you to peer around the room. "There's tones of girls here that would kill to spend the night with you."
- "Why?" You questioned her, twisting your head to look into her dark brown eyes. "Especially when I look as miserable as this."
- "Cause," Morgan continued, with confidence. "you're hot okay."
- "Where's this going?" You scoffed, laughing at her lame attempts to hype you up.
- "Let me finish!" She insisted, shoving you playfully with her shoulder.
- "You're a fucking fantastic performer, singer, musician..." She listed, bearing a small smirk on her lips as she sang your praises. "...and you're an absolute sweetheart."
- "Who wouldn't want that?" She questioned, wiggling her brows at you in anticipation of an answer.
- "Hayley, apparently." You stated, leaving her stumped as she literally face-palmed.
- "Oh my god." She groaned out, shaking her head at you repeatedly - before laying on a second attempt.
- "See that girl over there," She began, pointing her index finger in the direction of a circular table surrounded by a group of women that you definitely recognised. "you remember her, right?"
- "I think so." You let out lowly, squinting a little to ensure you were looking at the right girl. "Kelsey, right?"
- "Yeah!" Morgan praised, gently patting your shoulders. "Remember when we supported them a few months back?"
- "Mhmm." You hummed in response, nodding along - coaxing her to continue.
- "She was definitely into you!" She replied truthfully, your eyes eager to watch as you witnessed kelsey make her way to the dance floor along side her bandmates.
- "Probably still is now." Morgan stated, grinning widely - her mission complete, she'd finally gotten through to you.
- "You think?" You asked her, slapping on a smile to humour her.
- "I'm fucking certain of it!" She responded, before necking the remnants of her drink as she raised to her feet promptly. "Get yourself over there, Y/N."
- "You won't regret it." Morgan said simply, aiding you up from your seat and ushering you towards the dance floor.
- "Besides," She continued, winking seductively at the bartender who began to purposefully wander in morgan's direction. "I've got my own love story to write."
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- as if you were just going to jump into bed with another woman.
- you were tried of that rigorous cycle, which just left you feeling even emitter inside as you did the walk of shame the following morning.
- you had to get out of there, fresh air was definitely what you needed.
- maybe it would help you to feel a little less like you were going to throw up your entire stomach contents, at even given second.
- you managed to slip outside without anybody noticing at least; you did make short eye contact with kelsey as you darted through the dancing figures but that was about it.
- you could still see the knowing smile she threw you flashing in front of your eyes, as she spun around - her movements fearless & carefree.
- you remembered how insanely fun the two weeks you spend with her on tour were.
- bits and pieces of scattered memories coming back to the forefront of your mind; making you grin with joy.
- you reminisced about how you'd watch her perform each night with so much passion, your breathing halting each time her vision panned over to you.
- her jet black locks flying around freely as she sung, along with the heavy sliver chains that hung from her neck.
- her delicately decorated eyelids fluttering, her dark painted lips forming into a genuine smile as she shouted out into crowd.
- "Maybe Morgan's right..." You mumbled to yourself, suddenly trailing off as you stepped out into the cold nighttime air.
- you let out a sigh of relief, before rubbing your tired eyes - the thud of loud music behind you at long last.
- "Cigarette?" An unfamiliar voice offered, snapping you out from your own wandering thoughts.
- you spun round within an instant, seriously needing to double take at the person who then appeared in front of you.
- you were positive you'd never met them before, but something seemed oddly familiar; it felt like you were looking in a mirror.
- their appearance and overall demeanour a complete parallel to yours a few months prior.
- let's just say, with all this new available money you changed your wardrobe - your style different than before.
- you cut your hair and wore a little more makeup that you used to, your features also appearing a little more rugged now too.
- "Sure," You felt obliged to accept the offer, approaching the woman in your peripheral who was leaning casually against the grey brick wall of the club. "thanks."
- "Have I met you before?" You questioned, curiously - taking the cigarette into your fingertips gently before placing it between your pink lips.
- "I don't think so." The woman replied through a cloud smoke, as she reached into her pocket briefly before sparking you up. "I recognise you though, love your music."
- "Cool," You said, bearing a small smile as you took a long drag then exhaling. "thank you."
- "Shit party then?" She promoted with a little laugh, dragging a hand through her hair; which replicated your natural colour.
- you were kinda taken aback by it all to be honest, you might as well have been high or something.
- it was totally weird, and it was slightly freaking you out - you couldn't quite see under these dull streets but you were certain her eyes were even the same colour as yours.
- definitely bizarre, this couldn't just be a coincidence could it?
- "Nah, it's fun." You confirmed, nodding your head a few times; your eyes trailing along the material of her button up shirt. "Just had to get out for five..."
- "...my friend is trying to hook me up and I seriously cannot be bothered with it."
- "I hear that!" The woman let out in laughter, tucking one of her hands into the front pocket of her jeans. "My friends are honestly the worst, too."
- "Oh," She suddenly gasped, stumping out her cigarette with her foot and presenting her hand in front of you. "I'm Ana by the way."
- "Y/N." You responded, inhaling another gulp of smoke. "But, you already know that."
- "What brings you here, anyways?" You asked Ana, wondering how she'd ended up here in the first place.
- "I got invited by the girl I'm dating," She explained, pausing briefly as she pulled out her phone that buzzed repeatedly from her back pocket. "she's in a band too."
- "Fair enough." You answered, finishing up your cigarette quickly before flicking it down onto the concrete.
- "That'll be her now, is it?" You pried, your drunken consciousness reclaiming your form as you tripped a little closer to Ana.
- "Yeah," She let out a shallow laugh at your antics. "she's looking for me."
- "Come on then." You offered, wrapping an arm around her - dragging yourself towards the door of the club. "I'll buy you a drink, how's that?"
- "Can't say no to that, dude." Ana replied, allowing you to escort her back into the party in search of the girl at the other end of her phone.
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- "Morgan!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, as you set eyes on the long haired brunette who seemed to be midway through a conversation at the bar when you rudely interrupted her. "Look who I found."
- "Y/N," She grumbled, peering over at her respective love interest with apologetic eyes before turning to you. "I swear to god."
- "Oh, shut up." You hushed her, as you collapsed down onto the seat next to her yanking ana behind you by the arm. "I made a friend."
- "Who's this?" Morgan questioned, clearly confused as why you'd returned with what looked like your identical twin - her expression puzzled as her eyes darted between the pair of you.
- "I'm Ana." The girl behind you chimed in, introducing herself to morgan who was still completely stunned.
- "She listens to our music," You attempted explained, grabbing ahold of the brunette's forearm as you did so. "she says we're fucking awesome."
- "Yeah," Ana confirmed with a giggle, that wasn't quite what she said. "sure."
- "Okay, random." Morgan let out, narrowing her eyes in ana's direction. "But, thanks."
- "You guys look freakishly familiar though." She continued on, pointing her finger towards you then back to ana.
- "I know right?!" You spat, twisting round and grabbing hold of ana by the shoulders; shaking her slightly. "That's what I thought, so weird."
- "Anyways," You announced, returning your focus back to morgan - not noticing the slender frame that quickly slipped in next to ana. "drinks are on me!"
- "For you," You promised morgan with an assured nod, before redirecting your attention. "ana, and her girlf-"
- you were about to finish, but you abruptly cut yourself off - your heart wrenching and body visibly wincing at the sight of her
- no not her, it couldn't be her.
- witnessing the slow drop of her jaw; as her eyes widened dramatically, those gorgeous soft eyes that used to be yours to gaze into.
- you missed them & you'd missed her, terribly.
- truthfully, in your head she still belonged to you - not seeing her everyday allowed your imagination to wander.
- making her yours all over again, how you'd do things differently in another world.
- but, she didn't belong to you anymore.
- although, the sadness that lingered in those eyes that now locked themselves to you told you otherwise.
- "Hayley," You found yourself mumbling, the music that once thudded heavily in your ears now minimal white noise.
- "Y/N." She whispered in utter disbelief, you knew there was something off; it wasn't just a coincidence after all.
- now you were absolutely certain, hayley had found herself a lookalike.