Tom's Girl

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Sam's POV

I caught up to Rylee and started walking beside her.

"What are you doing?" She asked me.

"Driving you back to your hotel." I answered.

"You don't have to. I'll be fine."

"It's alright. I'm not that hungry anyway." I say as I see a slight smile grow on her face. "By the way, all that I said about Tom, it's just brotherly hate. He's a good guy."

"I know..." She says.

"Well my car is in the parking lot on the side of the building." I say, redirecting her to the parking lot. We walk to my car the rest of the time in silence. I know she was bothered by something but I didn't want to push it. We climbed in the car and I turned on some music to cancel out the silence.

"uh, what's the name of your hotel?" I ask.

"Fairfield inn and suites." she replies, still messing with her phone case in her hands. I put her hotel name in the GPS and pull out of the parking lot. I drive to her hotel, not talking because I didn't want to make her more uncomfortable. What happened with her and Tom? Why did she seem to hate him? Everything he had told me about her seemed fine. They went to workouts together, and were getting along perfectly fine. He explained to me how they met, and his first impression on her. Nothing seemed wrong until she showed up today. I finally pulled up to her hotel and she looked over at me.

"Do you have anything to do?" She asked me.

"Don't think so, why?"

"Can you come in with me for a bit, so I'm not alone for so long."

"Of course." I say as we both climb out. I lock up the car and we both head into the lobby.

"Hey Miss. Taylor." I hear a voice say. Rylee and I turn to see a lady who seems to work here standing beside us.

"Oh hey, what's going on?" Rylee asks.

"You're hotel room payments have stopped coming in. Which means unless you have money to pay for another night, you have to pack up and leave today." She says. I look at Rylee to see the disappointment in her face.

"Yea, alright. I'll go get my room cleared out right now ma'am." She says.

"Thank you." the lady says as she walks away. Rylee leads me to the elevators and up to her room. She opens the door and we walk into a decent sized room. It had a huge window that took up almost a whole wall that looked over the city.

"Wow, this is a pretty bright room." I say.

"Yea, it's pretty nice ain't it." She says, finally smiling. "I need to call Quin real quick." She says as she pulls out her phone. I nod my head and sit down on the edge of one of the beds.

Rylee's POV

I pull my phone out of my pocket and look through my call log to find Quin. I sit down on my bed as the phone rings, Sam sitting on Hannah's bed as he scrolls on his phone. Finally Quin picks up.

"Hey Quin." I say

"What's up?" Quin says.

"So uh, do you know if we are able to stay in that house tonight or is it going to be a little longer?"

"Well, I am actually on the way to check it out myself, ya know make sure it's actually as nice as the pictures and not a fake. So if it all goes well I do want you guys to stay there tonight. The owner wasn't completely ready for you guys, but I pulled some strings and had some people of mine clean it out. So yes, you will be able to stay there tonight." He answers. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Quin, you are such a life safer." I say.

" You're very welcome." He says. He ends the call and I flop down on the bed.

"What'd he say?" Sam asks.

"The house will be ready and he wants us to stay there tonight." I respond.

"Perfect, that fixes all of our problems."

"I still need to pack up this hotel room." I say.

"I'll help you if you want."

"That would be great." I say. Sam stands up and walks over to my bed, grabbing my hands as he pulls me up.

"Well let's get to it." He says. "What do you want me to do?"

"You can pack up my clothes, I'm sure Hannah wouldn't want you going through her clothes when she's not here. My dresser is this one." I say as I tap my dresser. I walk over to our little closet and pull out my bags. "And these are my bags." I drop 3 suitcases and a duffel bag in front of him and he starts jokingly rolling his eyes.

"How many bags do you need?" he chuckles.

"You think that's a lot?! You should see Hannah's. She could barely make it down the stairs when we were leaving." I say. He laughs as he turns around and starts opening my dresser drawers. I grab all of Hannah's bags and open them in front of her dresser. I look over at Sam to see his mouth wide open in shock.

"I told you she had a lot of bags." I say between laughs.

"That's like 500 dollars worth of extra bags at the airport."

"Oh trust me I know." I say. Sam starts packing my first drawer into a bag and I quickly stop him. "No no no. Pants go on bottom, then shirts, then jackets in this bag. In this bag is coats, then pajamas, then socks and underwear. No clothes go in the duffel bag. Only extra things." I say as I look up to see Sam holding back a laugh. "Whaaat?"

"I have never seen someone pack so organized." He says as he lets out his laugh. I punch his arm and he finally stops laughing.

"Well you have now, so you pack it like that." I say. He throws his hands up and shakes his head.

"Ok ok. You're the boss." He says as he pulls the clothes out of the duffel bag and starts packing them into the suitcase. I start packing Hannah's bag, occasionally looking up at a very confused Sam and burst out laughing.

Sam finishes packing my bags long before I finish packing Hannah's so he starts cleaning up around the room. He picks up our bathroom, packing all of my soaps and towels and brushes into my duffel bag and then he strips the beds and folds the hotel blankets up to save them some time. He walks around the room checking for anything else and picking up a little bit of stray trash as I still pack Hannah's bags. How much clothes does this woman have?? He walks around the outlets, grabbing all of our chargers and laptops and packing them in too.

Finally I finish packing Hannah's clothes up and turn to look at him. He had apparently crashed on Hannah's bed a couple minutes ago without me realizing. I roll my eyes and let out a little laugh as I turned to my bags. I pull out my script and start reading over it again. I already knew all my lines for the first week of filming but I went over it again just in case.