Unexpected // Why Don't We

Chapter 11

Taylor's pov

Hayden and I were in the middle of watching Pretty Little Liars when someone knocked on the door.

"I'll get it," I insisted.

I got to the door and opened it. My jaw dropped, and I quickly put a hand over my mouth. Hayden got up to see who it was.

"Taylor!" Daniel pushed his way to the front and ran towards me, picking me up.

"Dani!" I squealed and hugged him tightly.

He set me back down, and I buried my face into his chest. Hayden was hugging all the guys.

"Nice to see you too, Taylor," Zach scoffed.

"I'm sorry, Zach," I let go of Daniel and went to hug Zach.

"Yay," he smiled.

I hugged the rest of the guys while Hayden gave Daniel a hug.

"Why are y'all back in Miami? Aren't you supposed to be on tour?" Hayden asked.

"Yeah, but we have two days off," Jack explained.

"Where are y'all going to stay?" I asked them.

"Oh," Corbyn said.

They all looked at each other.

"Did you forget to book a hotel?" I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Well, we didn't really think this through," Eben explained.

"I mean, we'd let you stay here, but we don't have a guest room. Plus, there's six of y'all. All of you can't fit on the couch." Hayden pointed out.

"Two on the couch. One in each recliner. Two can share a room," I shrugged. "I'll just sleep in your room, Hayden."

"Do y'all even have clothes?" Hayden asked them.

"Yeah. In the bus," Zach answered.

"Then I guess y'all can stay here," she said. "But you have to buy our groceries if you eat here."

"Deal," Jonah agreed.

"Sleepover!" Zach yelled.

Everyone laughed. The guys went to their bus and came back with bags of clothes and things. We all sat around the living room.

Hayden's pov

"We should play truth or dare," Eben suggested.

Everyone agreed.

"I'll go first. Truth or dare, Corbyn?" Eben looked at Corbyn.

"I'm gonna go with truth," Corbyn answered.

"Who was your first kiss?" Eben asked.

"Well," Corbyn started. "I was in middle school, and I liked this girl so I went up and kissed her. I was slapped shortly after."

"Smooth, Corbyn," I laughed.

"I know right. I'm good with the ladies," he wiggled his eyebrows.

"You have Christina. Why do you need to be good with the ladies," Zach pointed out.

"I wouldn't have gotten Christina if I wasn't good with the ladies," Corbyn added.