paramore // fivesauce

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// chapter seven //

talia's pov

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he kissed me, he kissed me, he kissed me, were the only words i thought of as i slowly walked through the isolated hallways of my house, making my way to the basement where the guys were.

where he was.

my heavy footsteps mirrored the sound my heart made when he pecked my lips. it was a short kiss, but a sweet one.

and that kiss was the one that made me feel something deeper for this purple-haired boy.

suddenly, my vision was momentarily non-existent as a thick, black blindfold was pulled over my eyes. a pair of large, bony hands clamped my wrists together, and i screamed out in fear. the person, who was pretty strong, lifted my body, my hands still in their grasp.

'let me down, you dirty bastard!' i screeched loudly, and i heard the person (who is apparently a male) wince from my high-pitched scream. i heard a familiar creaking door (the basement) and i yelled in anger as the unidentified man dragged me down the stairs.

'jesus christ, talia. keep it down.'

i felt my eyes widen in horror under the mask when i recognised that deep, husky-sounding voice. 'luke??'

i was finally set on the ground. i breathed in the musty, mildewy scent of the basement and frowned.

'i'm guessing there are more people here?' i stated, but it came out in more of a question form.

'yep,' said the all-too familiar voice of my brother.

i sighed in relief at the thought that i was in safe hands; it was only the guys, after all. 'what are you's up to now?' i groaned.

'you just wait and see, talia.' luke's voice whisped, making me realize that he was walking around me.

'i swear to god. if this is a prank-'

'nope,' said calum. 'not this time, at least.' he sniggered. i was slightly crestfallen that michael's voice hadn't made its way to my ears yet. was he even here?

i felt the wooden ground creak beneath me as an object was placed at my feet. luke's same, cold hands held my chilled ones as he guided my fingers to the surface of the object, which stood tall above the ground.

'feel around it,' luke's voice instructed. it was the voice that would have made the fireworks erupt in my stomach any other time, but not today, for some reason.

i did as i was told, and according to my sense of touch, it was a stick-like thing; a microphone stand, i learned. i smiled, but my smile grew wider as i felt the object that was connected to the stand.
i gasped, and that's when i knew what it was.

i ripped the blindfold off of my face as i marveled at the sight in front of me. 'no. freaking. way,' i said as i admired it.

it was the same exact microphone that hayley williams owned. it was orange, resembling a carrot. its color reminded me of her vibrant-shaded hair.

i looked up to a scene of weirdly mixed emotions. there was luke, and calum, grinning their faces off in pride at my reaction. and then there was michael, who scowled down at his tattered all-stars, and ashton, who was senselessly passed out on the couch.

'it was my idea,' luke says shyly. 'i know how much you love paramore, and now that we're kind of in a paramore format too... you know. think of it as a welcome to the band kind of gift.'