MagCon girls

"We lost each other so fast."

(a/n: enjoy this last few chapters because them touring together is gonna end soon)
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"You kids can't be here." A hotel supervisor said.

"Why? We didn't break anything!" Cameron retorted.

"We just wanted to use the tv." Marty added.

"Out, everybody." Bart said, pointing at the door.

We all walked out with our heads low.

"Ha, what a douche!" Nash rolled his eyes as we chuckled.

"Nash watch your language..." Camille crossed her arms, resting against the elevator walls.

"Next time be more careful." Bart chuckled, walking away.

"Where's Taylor anyways?" I asked as the doors close.

"He got up early and said he was going to meet up with a few old friends." Matthew explained, looking up from his phone.

"Okay," I nodded.
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"Wait, you are telling me you got stuck in a elevator?" I face palmed.

"Yeah, for about an hour!" Nashli said, nodding.

"That was probably so frustrating!" As I said that my phone went off.

"It was, trust me."

"Wait I gotta take this." I smile, holding the phone to my ear.

"Hey Taylor!" I smiled, but obviously he can't see that.

"Hey,"

"Wow, you sound horrible. Are you okay?"

"Yep, I'm a bit bored tho." He chuckled, as I rolled my eyes.

"Where are you? Maybe we could hang."

"I am- don't freak out."

"C'mon!" I rolled my eyes.

"I am in the hospital..."

I took me a few seconds to process his words.

"Taylor?" He asked.

"What happened?" I asked as I stood up from bed.

"I had a little incident..."

"I'll be there in a few, don't go!"

"Where will I go?"

I hung up, stuffing the phone into my back pocket. I slipped Camille's black Vans and a Cameron hoodie. I grabbed my wallet and keys.

"Where are you going?"

"With Taylor!" I said, fixing my hair.

"Aww, you two are hanging out again!"

"Yeah, kind of. I'll text you the details later Marty." I said, walking out of the room and towards the elevator.
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"Thank you so so much." I said as the nurse opened the door

I walked further into the little room, pass a blue curtain.

"OH MY FUCK TAYLOR!" I said as soon as I saw him. I fell on top of him, hugging him.

"Oh my god lower your voice." He groaned, hugging me back but with just one arm.

"Are you okay- Are you hungry- What happened- Are you bored- Are you cold?"

"No, I'm okay," He forced a smile as pulled a chair beside him.