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~Baby~

I sighed happily as Taylor helped me slide into some clothes. She said it was cold outside which is why she brought me a long sleeve shirt, a jacket and some jeans.

I was finally being discharged after a week. I'm so excited. I've been ready to get out of this room since last week. The smell of sterile metal is sickening to me.

"Oh, babe! You look so much better like this. That little gown wasn't doing you any good, babe. I need to see these curves." Taylor said before she smacked my ass. I giggled before I shook my head.

"Ready, sexy?" She asked as she grabbed my bag. I nodded before I followed behind her.

I could walk fine now. My legs were fully healed, the only thing was the bruising hadn't fully gone away. Other than that I'm all good. Well, besides my ribs but they don't hurt unless I try lifting something heavy.

"Come on, Tristan said I'm moving too slow." She said as she opened the door for me. I giggled before I walked out, Taylor bounced behind me without a smile on her face.

"I'm so glad we can go back to sleeping in a real bed and eating cookies all night." She sighed as she spun in a circle before attaching herself to my hip.

"We're going shopping in exactly a week. That gives you time to get used to living with the guys and getting used to their hectic schedules." She squealed.

"Ok. After dealing with the boys I'll probably need a small break." I laughed. She giggled before we jumped in the elevator and pushed the button for the first floor.

We just talked and talked the whole way down. We talked until we got outside and over to Brandon's car.

"Finally. I told you I should have gone and got her." Austin said, rolling his eyes.

"Shut your face, blondie. You just wanted to help her get dressed so you could see some ass." Oh my lord. I looked around and noticed the 2-3 people watching these two argue.

"Ok. Let's go." I said before I got in the car. The guys and Taylor followed behind arguing as they did.

"Why are we arguing?" I asked looking back at Nick, Austin, Tristan, and Taylor. Brandon started the car before he looked down at me.

"Why do they ever argue? They don't have a reason. They just like being annoying." He said before he pulled out of the hospital driveway.

"I've never been to your house. What's it like?" I asked as I turned towards Brandon. He chuckled before he reached across and grabbed my hand.

"It's pretty big, so you'll have the space you need. We all have our own bathroom, so you won't have to worry about any of us walking in on you or anything. We have a huge basement that's got a bunch of stuff, so you'll have plenty of options. I don't know what else to tell you."

Wow. Seems like I'm trading dorm life for the more luxurious side of things. But this arrangement is only temporary. As soon as I'm back to a hundred percent I'm gonna move back into my dorm with Taylor.

"I get my own room?" I asked, he glanced at me before he nodded.

"What, you thought we'd make you sleep on the couch or something?" He asked with a small laugh. Honestly I did. Not because of them or anything, just because I really didn't know.

"N-No." I mumbled as I traced the tattoo on his finger with my thumb.

"KALI! TAYLOR HIT ME!" Austin yelled suddenly. I sighed before I looked back at them. They all sat still, their hands in their laps like they were scared.

"Taylor,"

"It wasn't me! It was Nick!" She said quickly.

"No it wasn't! It was Tristian!" Nick said glaring at her.