Life with Brockhampton

Chapter Nine

i stare at my phone in shock. The president of the united states wants to collab with me? i take a deep breath in and start typing my reply.

"@kanyewest, im honored mr. president. let's meet soon 😌"

ian runs into my room, jumping on the bed.

"omg greta, did u know that the band and i met on a kanye west forum?" he grabs my phone, sending a direct message.

"hey kanye, big fan bro!"

greta yells at ian and snatches her phone back. "shh he's mine."

i rush downstairs to find Matt and i fall on him by accident.

"Matt! Kanye wants to make a tiktok with me!" i say still on top of him.

"Wow Greta, that's great!"
he says back pushing me off him.
"Wanna go celebrate?" i ask.
"sure, let's get drunk" he shrugs.

i go to ciarán's room and yell over his blasting music. "Ciarán we're gonna get drunk wanna come?!"
"yeah whatever" everyone else comes with us as well.

a couple hours pass and we head to the bar.
we walk in and i see harry styles dancing topless on the countertop.
"hey can we get a round of shots?!" Matt shouts over the crowd.

we all down at least 12 shots each and start dancing.

the next morning

i woke up in matt's bed with his arm around me. i don't remember anything from last night. i get up with a pounding headache and i rub my eyes.
My vision is blurred for a second until it focuses and i see that matt and i are not alone.

Why is everyone in his bed....naked?

ciarán wakes up and asks me what's wrong. "why is everyone in the bed with us??" i ask.

"u don't remember?" he says while smirking.
"we had a fourteen-some😉"
says Merlyn who was now awake as well.

i heart starts racing and i can't stop thinking about whether or not we were safe...