((pic of Taylor at the top!!!))
"ashton, do you have the key?"
he shook his head.
"ash, how are we supposed to make sure you're home safe if you don't even have the damn key?!" i exclaimed.
"i'm sorry?" ashton replied.
right at that moment they door opened, and we were greeted by a girl. she looked young, maybe 19 at the oldest.
"can i help you?" she asked.
"we're just trying to make sure our friend gets home safe," calum informed her.
"and where is this friend?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.
"right there," i replied, pointing to ashton who had somehow ended up sitting on the floor in the hallway.
she stepped out of her apartment, "ashton?"
"hi taylor," he slurred.
"cmon, let's get you cleaned up," she said, "why are you bleeding?"
"he fell getting out of the car," calum informed her.
"lovely, help me get him up," she demanded, grabbing his arm.
"ash, bud, get up," i tried and luckily he listened to me so i didn't have to help pick him up.
taylor led him into the house, "are you guys coming in?" she asked, once she noticed cal and i were standing outside of the door still.
i walked in and calum followed.
"i'll be right back," she informed us.
"i think i'm going to vomit," ashton said.
"don't do that, i don't think taylor would appreciate that."
"okay," he replied, "i'm just going to rest then," he layed back on the couch and shut his eyes.
"jesus, he's like a child," calum commented.
i nodded in agreement.
"is he sleeping?" taylor asked, from the doorway of what i was assuming was the kitchen.
"he sure is," cal replied.
"okay, well he can just stay here, i guess," she decided, walking over to the coffee table and setting down two pills and a bottle of water.
"you sure? if he's a bother we can take him back to his apartment," calum said, unsure.
"you clearly don't know where that is," taylor smirked.
"you know what," i started.
she raised an eyebrow, "what?"
"how do you even know ashton?" i questioned.
"well, you see-" she paused for a minute, "what was your name again?"
"michael?"
"well, you see, michael," she began, "ashton and i are neighbors. and when you're neighbors to someone you normally get to know the people, correct?"
i shrugged, "i guess."
"and anyways, i'm the one with the spare key to his apartment," she said.
"why do you have a key to his apartment?" i asked.
"because he comes home drunk a lot, and never knows where his keys are. does it really matter?" she sighed.
"no," i replied.
calum coughed quietly, "so are you sure he's good here? if not, we can take him it's no problem."
"no," she laughed, "he's good."
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authors note !!
longer, but boring chapter.
but at least taylor is finally in the story.
it'll start getting better soon, i promise!
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