words i didn't say ~ cmb [COMPLETED ✓ ]

ch. 17

songs i listened to while writing:

1) shine - pentagon

2) clap - seventeen

3)  better than words - one direction

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i grab my bag from the back of the car and walk up the driveway with jonah.

the boys had already walked inside, but jonah was helping carry my stuff.

"you'll like eben. his music is lit as fuck," jonah says, nodding his head.

i walk through the doorstep and look at the living room.

"hmm... fancy," i smile.

"thanks, we try," daniel says, looking up from his phone on the couch.

"where's corbyn?" i ask.

"he and zach are upstairs getting your room ready," jonah says.

"we always have a guest room... even if we can barely suffice in two rooms ourselves..." daniel says.

"i'm sorry if i'm invading your guys's personal spa-" i start.

"you're not," jonah reassures me, "daniel always gets crabby with the jet lag."

"especially when we're flying in from across the country," jack says, walking in with a taller guy.

the guy looks up from his phone and his gaze settles on me.

he smiles, "hey! i'm eben! you're azalea! corbyn talks about you A LOT," he says, rolling his eyes.

"haha... yeah, sorry about that..." i say, rubbing the back of my neck shyly.

"well, feel at home! that's what i do!" eben laughs, jumping onto daniel who's sprawled out on the couch.

i giggle, "i can tell."

"AZALEAAA!" a yell from upstairs is heard.

"CORBYN SAYS TO SAY THAT YOUR ROOM IS READY!" zach yells from the top of the staircase.

"i'm right here, you don't have to yell..." i roll my eyes, lugging my bag up the long case of stairs.

i walk across the hallway to the room zach is poking his head out of.

"sooo... sorry we couldn't decorate it for you. we didn't know what you liked," zach shrugs.

i look around. 

the room was a cream color with a full sized bed by the wall. a closet was visible and a keyboard was as well.

"i love it! thank you for letting me stay here and invade your house," i smile.

"oh... this used to be our songwriting and guest room so sorry about the keyboard," corbyn apologizes.

"no! it's okay! this is your house! if you need to use they keyboard, please feel free to use it. i really don't care," i say.

"well, ok. do you need help unpacking your stuff?" zach asks.

"no thank you. i think i'm okay."

"ok. reminder that the bathroom is down the hall. you share with daniel and jack," zach informs me, leaving me to unpack.

i unzip my suitcase and start hanging my clothes.

after a few hours, i finish with all of the stuff in my suit case and walk down the stairs, the jet lag hitting me while unpacking.

i yawn and sit on the couch.

"you ok, azalea?" jonah says, sipping his coffee.

"how are you not half asleep?" i ask, my head on the armrest of the couch.