Be in Love With Me Alone (Tayley)

10: Her Prince Finally Came to Save Her

Taylor's POV:

Hayley quickly walked into the tour bus after our gig in LA.

"I fell like crap." She laid on the floor space between the bunks.

"Are you feeling any better?" She sort of nodded and shook her head. "Aw baby." I knelt down beside her and pulled her in for a hug.

"You smell horrible." She giggled.

I smiled and kissed the top of her sweaty hair. "You're one to talk." She giggled again.

I smiled and pressed her further into my chest. Fearing that she might fall asleep in her stage clothes, which I have done way to many times. I rose myself off the ground with her still in my arms.

She threw her arm around my shoulder in a weakly manner as I brought her inside the small bathroom of the tour bus.

Everyone else were busy warming down and eating. I on the other hand was busy taking care of my sick wife.

"Hayley?" I whispered as I closed the door behind us.

"Yeah?" She replied as she looked up to me with tired eyes.

"Do you think you can shower yourself? Or would you like my assistance?" I smirked.

"I think I could use your help if you don't mind." She replied as she began to undress herself.

Shortly after, I was inside the shower with my stunning wife helping her keep her balance.

I was the one to step out of the shower first and wrapped a towel around my waist. I quickly turned and wrapped a towel around her hair and above her chest.

She tried to step out of the shower, but stumbled and almost fell. I quickly shook my head. "Let me carry you."

She nodded with sad eyes. In a swift motion I carried her bridal style to the back of the bus where the big bed was. "Thank you." She said as I sat her down on the bed.

"It's really no problem at all." I kissed her forehead as I handed her our bag. "Dress yourself." I instructed. "I'll go bring the bucket and some water just in case." She nodded as I went into the living area of the bus.

"How's Hayley?" Jeremy asked as soon as I made it up to the kitchen.

"She's still pretty week." I pouted my lips. "But she says she's okay to play Vegas."

"Bummer." He said with a sad tone. "Is she going to see a doctor?"

"Yeah, I'm taking her tomorrow as soon as we check in. I already phoned in an appointment."

Jeremy nodded. "Well let's hope that she feels better after tonight's sleep."

"I sure hope so."

**

The following day at the doctor's office, we found out that Hayley had gotten food poisoning.

"We can cancel anytime." I informed her as I was covering myself with chalk.

She shook her head. "I am not canceling any shows right now."

"But Hayl..."

"No 'buts' babe. I'm not doing this. I'm letting this sickness knock me down."

I sighed. "Besides, the doctor said I should be fine. Just need to rest my voice."

"Then let's start by being quiet for a while then." She giggled as I went up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. Pulling her into me I kissed her nose.

She nodded and locked her lips with her hand and placed the pretend key in her pocket.

I chuckled. "You're such a cutie."

"20 minutes till show time." Jeremy popped his head into our dressing room and I nodded.

"We'll be right out there!" I exclaimed as I helped rub more chalk on both Hayley and I.

**

"Ba bababababa aba" Hayley sang with as much vocal strength she had left as the crowd went wild.

I smiled at her and ran up to her side when I noticed that she gripped onto the microphone stand for a dear life.

I gripped her hand, signaling Jeremy to do the same with the other. He got the signal and held Hayley on the other side of her body.

We bowed and grinned up at the crowd as the six of us walked off stage. Once we reached back stage, I gripped Hayley and pick her off the ground bridal style.

In my arms she began shaking uncontrollably.

"Taylor." She got out weakly.

"Yes?" I asked trying to keep from freaking out.

"I don't feel so go..." She turned her head and puked right on the pavement. Careful not to get me.

"I'm sorry." She said as I placed her on the ground and held her hair back.

"Shhh...Its okay honey. Get it all out of your system." I said rubbing her back.

She rested her head on the side of the bus and began crying and holding her stomach.

"Hayley baby." She didn't even make an effort to get up. I picked her off the ground and took her to shower inside the bus. "I'm here." I kept whispering as I as washing the throw up from her hair.

"I'm sorry." She kept repeating.

"its fine. 'In sickness and in health,' remember?" She nodded. "I got you baby."

She gave me a quick smile and allowed me to take care of her.

After dressing her and getting her into bed, I quietly walked up to Andrew, our tour manager.

"How is she?" He questioned.

"She is going to hate me for doing this," I exhaled. "But I think we should call off Salt Lake."

"You sure." I nodded and bit my bottom lip.

"Yeah, it was like the exorcist." He chuckled.

"Well, I'll call the venue right now." He said before he stepped out the bus.

I on the other hand went to check up on Hayley. Hopping that she won't get too mad at me for making this decision on her behalf.

** I have no idea what I just wrote, but I hope you all like it.**