Fly Away To Chicago (Completed)

Chapter Nine- What Happened Last Night

The next morning I wake up & my head's pounding.

Ow, fuck.

I sigh & slowly sit up in my bed. I don't know how I managed to get up here after last night, but I made it. God I was so drunk.

Oh, no. Drunk Hayden isn't good! What did I do?

I jump out of bed & regret it immediately. My head pounds even harder & I walk over to my closet. I slip into a pair of fuzzy pajama pants & pull off my sweatshirt & exchange it for a dark red tank top to match the black, fuzzy pants.

I sigh, grab my phone, & head downstairs.

None of the boys are up so I grab some Ibuprofen & pop a cup of water in the microwave because someone distracted me from my tea last night.

I groan in pain when the timer beeps & grab the cup & set it on the counter. I take my time in selecting my tea before deciding on blueberry. Then I make a toasted peanut butter sandwich.

I sit in silence on the counter, not bothering to sit on a stool & Zack comes downstairs.

God he looks terrible.

"Morning." I mutter.

He shrugs. "I'm hungover. How bout you?" He asks quietly as he gets Ibuprofen & starts some coffee.

"Yep." I say just a quietly & I hear the pounding of feet down the steps & my headache comes back to punch me in the face.

I groan loudly in pain. "Stop running!" I shout & Zack winces. "Sorry." I grumble.

Just then Jackson & Bennett waltz into the kitchen looking perfectly fine. So fine that I want to punch them in the balls so they fell pain too. The little dicks didn't drink last night like everyone else. Assholes.

Bennett grins at me & sits beside me on the counter.

"What's wrong Hayden?" He asks & gives an innocent look.

I flip him off angrily. "You know exactly what's wrong." I grumble before taking a bite of my sandwich.

"No I don't know. What's wrong?" He asks loudly.

I punch him in the arm, harder than normal. "Asshole!" I say & clutch my head in pain.

He bursts into laughter & hops off the counter before turning around and picking me up & walking off with me.

"Where are you taking me?" I whine.

He chuckles. "I need to talk to you." He says & heads upstairs & towards my room. He doesn't go in my room though. He goes in the closet across the hall, but it isn't a closet.

There are couches, a mini fridge, some cabinets, & a giant flat screen hooked up to several different gaming systems & satellite tv. How the hell did they keep this a secret?

He sits me on a random couch & then locks the door & sits beside me. He glances at me nervously before he starts.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" He asks slowly.

I glance at him curiously & shake my head. "What happened?" I ask.

He sighs. "Well you kinda kissed me & we um almost had sex, but I stopped it. Actually Mark stopped it, but yeah. I swear I wouldn't have normally done that, but I was fucked up & I'm sure you were too because you definitely wouldn't have done that. Right?" He spills out.

My eyes widen in shock & I have to gather my thoughts. "Did anyone else see?" I ask.

He nods. "Tyler walked in before Mark came & got you, but Tyler just left." He says.