Paramore One Shots

i'm not one of those crazy girls

Crazy Girl pt1 // Tayley

Hayley's POV

I hated that I had to go through so much just to see my boyfriend. I stared through his window as he watched the TV, laughing every time someone on the TV did. I took one more picture to add to the countless others. I adored him more than anything in this world. The time had finally come where I get to have him all to myself.

This is what I've been waiting for ever since we left high school two years ago, and here I was, finally about to have my dream come true. I grabbed my small bag from the grass and walked to his back door. I unlocked it quietly, hearing another laugh emerge from him, bringing a smile to my lips. I closed the door and crept through his house. It took me a while to figure out how to get keys copied, considering I'd never done it before and there were so many steps to go through. I hid around the corner, knowing he was about to come in and refill his coffee - and that's exactly what he did.

I watched in admiration as he filled his cup up then left the room, most likely to go to the bathroom. That was my chance. I slipped the clear liquid into his drink then went back to the window outside. A few moments later, he came back in and took a large gulp of the coffee. Now all I had to do was wait.

I spent the next 20 minutes, watching him, waiting for him. The TV was quiet, but slightly audible from out here. It was slightly cold, but the drugs had taken affect, and he was asleep. I waited an extra 10 minutes, just in case he woke up, but to my luck, he didn't. I walked back in, being a lot less careful because he wasn't going to wake up. I took the blanket off of him and stared at him for a few seconds, then finally decided to pull him off the sofa. The only thing I hadn't thought about how I was going to get him out to my car. He was bigger than me and I wasn't all that strong, but I was going to have to make do. I dragged his body across his house and out to my car, being especially careful not to hurt him. I was able to lift him into my trunk eventually, then slipped a pillow under his head and a blanket over him.

Eventually my boyfriend and I got back to my house which was a few minutes away. I had a small place, but it was just enough for us to live in. I pulled him out of my trunk and brought him down to the basement where his room was set up. I wanted him to sleep with me upstairs, br I didn't want him to scare him off by sleeping in the same bed as him on the first night. I handcuffed his hands to the single bed pole in the corner of the bed, then cleaned the room once more and sprayed some of his cologne around that I'd found at Target. I wanted him to feel comfortable.

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He was awake. Finally. I was nervous because I knew I was too sensitive when it came to him, but I just had to remember that whatever bad things he says now are just him adjusting. He'll adjust eventually and love me.

"Hayley...Williams? Is that you?" He said groggily, sitting up awkwardly. I smiled and nodded.

"What have you done?" He asked, starting to panic. Panicking was a normal response.

"You dont need to panic, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. How do you feel?" I picked up his coffee from the table and sat down next to him.

"What are you doing?! Why-"

"Have some coffee, it'll help you wake up a bit. How is your head?" I asked. I'd done enough research to know he was going to have a headache from the drug.

"Get away from me! Let me go!" He shouted, tugging at the handcuffs. It's okay Hayley. He's adjusting.

"You're just a bit disoriented. Drink your coffee," I placed it on his lip and tipped a bit in. I stood up and he spat the coffee on the floor.

"I don't want your coffee! You probably poisoned it!" He screamed at me. I stepped back and looked at his panicking face.

"I would never hurt you-"

"You've kidnapped me!" He retorted quickly.

"I brought you home. This is your home," he shook his head harshly and glanced up at the door.

"Let me go!" He shouted, rolling his body off of the bed. I took another step back as he tried to kick me.

"Taylor please don't shout," I said, knowing I was about to start crying.

"Im gonna call the fucking police you crazy bitch!" He shouted.

"Shut up! I'm not having a repeat of Josh! I won't have it..." i sat down on the sofa and held my head in my hands. He quietened down slightly when he saw I was crying.

"I prepared for so long. I bought you a TV, you have a bed and blankets and food and- and coffee! You can even smoke down here if you want. I just want you to be happy with me," my voice broke slightly at the end and he kept his eyes glued to mine.

"What happened to Josh?" He asked. I could never completely get over Josh, but I wanted Taylor to be happy and for that, I had to be truthful.

"He set fire to the old sofa but I was out getting him a McDonald's and...and I came home and...he was all..." I couldn't even finish the sentence. I stood up and walked to the stairs, but didn't go up.

"If you let me go home now I won't tell anyone about this. We can still text and...and...please Hayley. Going home is what'd make me happy," he pleaded. I shook my head.

"This is home,"