Princess Die ( A Lady Gaga Fan Fiction)

10. A 16 Carat Stone

So I couldn't help but infuse a little more Taga fluff into the story;) However, much angst ahead! 

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10.

*Gaga's POV:*

 Tara and I both woke up with a jump when both of our cells starting ringing at the same time at the crack of 6am:

"Oh god!" I cried out and jolted up as my ring tone suddenly blasted through the sweet silence that Tara and I had been sleeping in. Tara shot up too with a surprised start as she had been sleeping with her arms around me and when I jolted up it almost knocked her off the sofa. 

She sat up next to me, I was cradling my head in my hands. "Oh, I'm sorry Tara," I moaned. "I should have left it on vibrate." 

"It's okay, baby." Tara replied, rubbing my back. With her other hand, Tara picked up my phone and answered it for me. "Hello? No this is Tara Savelo. What? No she can't." Tara said looking me up and down, she could see that I was feeling awful. "No, she cant." Tara said again, trying to remain calm, "No, she can hardly stand up, we can't take her anywhere." And with that Tara hung up the phone. 

"Who was that?" I asked in a pitiful, strained voice. "Your'e PR agent," Tara replied, "They want you to do a press conference about your hospital stay."

I was about to answer when my stomach jolted and I felt vomit in my throat. Tara had been trying to answer all of the phones as I ran to the bathroom. "Gaga, baby? Are you okay?" she called out to me as I dashed to the toilet and heaved what felt like my entire anatomy into it. "Fuck!" I cried out between retches; it hurt so much! From the bathroom I could hear Tara yelling at people on the phone and I heard some More members of the Haus come into the apartment and were all answering the phones trying to calm the situation, but it was not working. In my misery, I locked myself in the bathroom and just stayed curled up beside the toilet, silently crying and unable to go 5 minutes without vomiting up my insides. 

"I wish you were here, Taylor." I whispered to myself, "I wish you were here." I said once more before bursting into tears. I pulled my knees up to my chest, cradled my face in my hands and sobbed.

*Tara's POV:* 

Thank God more members of the Haus and Gaga's team had come over to her apartment to help with the PR disaster that was taking place. And as if hell had it in for us, paparazzi had shown up downstairs and Gaga's body guards were struggling, but successful in keeping them away. But it was still a catastrophe, I was trying to talk to people and make it clear that Gaga was unavailable today, but no one was listening; not to mention Gaga had run off to the bathroom to do who knows what and I was trying to pull myself away from the chaos to go and comfort her, but one thing after another just kept coming up and I couldn't get away.

Finally I was starting to lose it. After a straight hour of this nonsense I was on the verge of tears. The paparazzi were made to leave, but the phones were still ringing off the hook and people had started arguing about how to deal with the situation. Gaga had still not come out of the bathroom and I was really worried about her now. I managed to slip away from the chaos without anyone noticing and over to the bathroom door. I knocked on it softly, "Gaga, honey? Are you okay?" A faint whine from behind the door was the only reply. My heart broke. I tried to open the door, but it was locked, "Baby, can you unlock the door?" Silence. "Please, let me help you?" There was some soft shuffling and then the door clicked. I could barely contain my tears at the sight of the quivering girl in front of me. Gaga's hair was sticking to her face which had hints of vomit smeared on it, tears were streaming down her cheeks and her eyes had gone completely red, she was trembling and panting.

"Oh...My...God..." I gasped. Gaga started sobbing again, "Hush, darling, it's alright!" I said gathering her up in my arms, hugging her close and stroking her hair. 

"Let's get you into a bath." I tried to smile, she didn't respond but I was determined to ease her pain. I pulled her up onto her feet and with my arm firmly around her waist started the bathwater, not letting her go. She nuzzled into my shoulder buried her face into my blouse as I managed to make the bath, put bubbles in while not letting her go. I helped her out of her clothes and gently eased her into the tub. I got a tiny bath pillow and laid her head back on it as she relaxed her body beneath the bubble bath water. I went to the cabinet and got a washcloth to wash her face. I sat on a stool beside the tub and gently caressing her face with one hand began wiping the vomit off her cheeks. 

*Gaga's POV*: I was so grateful to have Tara there, I was searching my mind to find the proper words to express my gratitude, "Tara, I-I cannot survive without you," I breathed, trying to smile, it was inadequate, but the best I could come up with at that moment.

She smiled back, tears brimming her eyes, "I cannot survive without you." she replied, putting the rag down and taking my hand, "That's why I'm going to make sure you are happy and healthy."

Tears began brimming my eyes as well now, but happy tears. "I want to believe we will get out of this mess." I said, "I want to be okay again." I said; my happy tears turning bitter. 

Tara grasped both my hands with her's and looked my intensely in the eyes, "We will get out of this mess, baby! I promise you! Everyone is working on fixing this right now, as we speak!" Tara smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry we will fix this and you will be happy again, I promise."

I smiled and looked down at my left hand, I was still wearing his ring...the 16 carat stone wrapped in rose gold. I hadn't even noticed that I was still wearing it. I pulled my hands out of Tara's and took the ring off my hand, "Tara...can you keep this for me for a little while?" 

*Tara's POV*: My breath hitched when I saw Gaga slip off Taylor's ring and hand it to me asking me to keep it for her. I paused for a moment just out of surprise, but of course I took it, "Yes, I promise I will keep it safe." I smiled caressing her cheek with my other hand. 

"Thank you, Tara." Gaga smiled genuinely and relaxing, closed her eyes enjoying her bath.

To Be Continued! xoxo