Backstage Crew (Hayley Williams Fanfic)

Chapter 28 - The Small Argument

I come out of the shower and walk into our bedroom, expecting Hayley to be in there, waiting to talk to me, but she’s not. I let go the breath I was holding and I start getting changed into sweats and one of Hayley’s big tees. I go back into the bathroom and brush my hair through and I start to dry it.

Once it is all dried, I go and find Hayley, I find her in the TV room watching a romance. She hasn’t clocked on that I’m standing in the doorway, so I debate whether I should go and sit with her or give her some space. I decide to give her some space, and I go upstairs and go into the music room, pick up my acoustic guitar again and I go further into our mini studio, I shut myself in the studio, put on the headphones and I start to play In The Mourning. I sing along with myself.

“You escaped like a runaway train

Off the tracks and down again

And my heart's beating like a steam boat tugging all your burdens

On my shoulders

In the mourning I'll rise

In the mourning I'll let you die

In the mourning all my worries.

Now there's nothing but time that's wasted

And words that have no backbone

And now it seems like the whole world's waiting

Can you hear the echoes fading?

In the mourning I'll rise

In the mourning I'll let you die

In the mourning all my sorries.

And it takes all my strength not to dig you up

From the ground in which you lay

The biggest part of me

You were the greatest thing

And now you're just a memory

To let go of.

In the mourning I'll rise

In the mourning I'll let you die

In the mourning all my sorries.

In the mourning I'll rise

In the mourning I'll let you die

In the mourning all my sorries.”

When I finish, I open my eyes to see hazel eyes staring at me through the studio glass. I don’t know how long she has been standing there for, or even if she has been listening. But maybe she has come around to the fact of me staying at home. But I want her to come to me, I can’t always go running to her. So I decide to stay where I am and play Therapy by All Time Low. When I get to the chorus, I really belt out the lyrics.

“Give me therapy.

I'm a walking travesty

But I'm smiling at everything.

Therapy...

You were never a friend to me

And you can keep all your misery.”

After I finish Therapy, I look up to see those hazel eyes still staring at me, I look away and take out my phone and take a selfie with the guitar and microphone. I post it to Instagram and Twitter captioning:

*@Georgia: In our home studio, jamming out on the guitar and recording! No new songs though!*

I scroll through all the comments, most of them coming from Hayley’s fans, I see ones like “New music please” or “Let us have a listen”, there are some relating to Hayley and I, like “Geoley selfie please.”