Taylor's POV

I woke up to the sound of some kind of noise from the kitchen. I knew Hayley was doing something in there. I groggily forced myself out of my room and shuffled towards the kitchen, finding her cooking. She looked over at me as I sat down at the dining table, a friendly smile with tired eyes.

"Sleep is for the weak?" I guessed. Hayley gave me a confused stare, her eyes darker than usual.

"What?" she asked. Then she shook her head with a yawn, somewhat chuckling at my question. "No."

"You look like you didn't sleep at all."

"I slept just fine, stiff," she smirked as she put pancakes in front of me.

"You're not Hayley," I teased with a giggle.

"You're right. I'm Mary Fiddleston," she joked. "It's my way of saying thank you."

"For what?"

"Letting me stay here. Helping me out. Just being there." I studied Hayley, almost convinced that she really wasn't Hayley Williams.

"Are you sure you're Hayley?" I asked before taking a bite of the pancakes. She giggled, giving me a full, toothy smile as she nodded. She leaned against the counter with a soft smile on her lips, her gaze still stuck on me. Was she high again?

"Hayles?" I questioned.

"Hm?" she hummed.

"What's got you so... different today?"

"Nothing in particular."

"Nothing in particular?" I questioned, repeating her. She shook her head.

"Nope," she said.

"No parties?"

"Nope."

"No smoke outs?"

"Nuh-uh." This was strange to me. Hayley was far out of character. It actually almost scared me.

"There must be something," I said with a hint of a chuckle. Hayley looked down at the floor with a smile.

"Do you really wanna know, York?"

"Yes."

"Alright. I'm just happy. There." She sat at the table in the seat across from me. She studied me as I ate. I came to a slow stop and studied Hayley, noticing a light in her eyes that was very different to me. Something had her like this, and I had to find out what.

"What is it, Hayles?" I chuckled. She shook her head with that smile still on her lips.

"Just happy," she repeated. I gave her a questioning gaze; Hayley giggled. "Aright, it's more to that."

"I knew it," I huffed triumphantly. "Cough it up, Hayley."

"Well... I was thinking last night that I should stop using all the alcohol and drugs." I studied Hayley, my silverware falling out of my hands.

"Wh-What?" I stammered, not believing what I was hearing. Hayley nodded with a sheepish giggle. A smile started to form on my face. Hayley wanted to change; it was genuine change that she wanted. "What made you want to do it?"

"Oh," she sighed, shooing at my question. "Just thought a friend might like it."

"It's not for you?"

"Not fully, but it would be good for me, wouldn'y you think?"

"Yeah," I smirked with a nod. "Yes, absolutely."

"Great. I'm not really sure where I'm going to start, though," she sighed with a nervous laugh.

"I'll help you through it," I said. I've waited for years to help Hayley clean herself up, but she never seemed to want that in her life. Now was my chance, and I was not going to pass it up for anything. Not even for my own life.

"What if I relapse?" she asked, her eyes dimming a little.

"Hey," I whispered as I held her hand. "We all fail at some point; we just gotta get back up and try again." Hayley gave me a weak smile, her cheeks turning a light red.

"Thanks, York," she said, her voice low. "Guess you're not that bad of a stiff, huh?"

"I guess you could say that," I chuckled. "What told you to change your ways?"

"Why?" Hayley asked as she tilted her head.

"Just curious."

"You make it sound like I went to church. I'm just changing myself for some reasons that are needed, I guess."

"Like?" I quizzed.

"Drinking," she pointed out. "Maybe hangovers aren't really worth it."

"I think there's something else behind it, but I'll let you pass for today," I joked with a laugh as I got up. I put my dishes in the sink and studied Hayley, still curious why she wanted to make this sudden change. Then, an image of the note I wrote her back when I was fourteen flashed in my head. "Was it because of me?"

"York, don't you have better things to do?" she giggled. I returned her smile, brushing my thought off. Maybe it was for her. Maybe it was for someone else. That someone wouldn't happen to be me at all, I'm sure.