I stand backstage, watching her dancing and singing her heart out to a couple thousands of fans. I take a sip from my bottle of water, wondering where she get's all that energy from. I never get bored of watching her, she's so beautiful and pure. I remember the day we met in a bar, she was dancing and drinking cocktails. The first moment I saw her, she was laughing. That smile enchanted me. The purety of the smile that never fails to cheer someone up.
Finally, the concert is over. Hayley, Jeremy and Taylor are taking a bow. I smile, as I am in the perfect position to watch her butt. 'Goddamn,' I whisper to myself. Jeremy walks past me, punching me on my arm. In my opinion, the most talented bassguitar player in the world. Taylor also walks past me, smiling at me and saying nothing, as usual. That kid must be anti-social or something. In the four years Hayley and I are together, we only talked 2 or 3 times. Ah well. Finally my beautiful wife comes backstage, all sweaty but smiling. She gives me a big kiss when she sees me, and whisper in my ear 'Did you like the show darling?' I smile and look at her beautiful eyes. 'Ofcourse I did, my sweetheart.' I follow her into her dressingroom, wich is full of stuffed animals. I always get the creeps of those things. Staring at me with their glass eyes. As Hayley is going to sit, I stand and lean against the wall. I just stare at her and get insanely happy. 'Hey babe,' I say 'Are we going to drink something with the lads or do you want to go to the hotel?' She turns, looks at me and says 'What do you want babe? If you want to go to the hotel, we'll go.' I'm pretty tired, so I actually want to go to the hotel. But I don't want to say that. 'It's up to you darling.' I say. 'Well,' she says, 'I can see by the look on your face you want to go, so I'll get my stuff. Will you go get the car?' 'Sure, everything for my beautiful wife.' I give her a kiss, get my coat and walk out of the building. I get our old Chevy, the poor thing is almost dead, but Hayley want to keep it. As I drive to the backdoor, I can see all the fans running to the fences. 'Here we go again.' I say, lightly irritated.
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The Life of Hayley's Husband.
Fanfiction~ IT'S A FANFIC, DON'T TAKE IT TOO SERIOUSLY ~ Your name is Jason, you're married to the most beautiful woman on earth, Hayley Williams, frontwoman of Paramore. You have to deal with her buzzy workflow, and you love the days she is at home. Will yo...
