Where Did We Go

Chapter Four

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1942

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

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"I don't know, man, we're already cutting it pretty close." Josh's voice crackled as it came through the speakers of my car. "Do you really think that we can make it work?"

"We don't really have a choice," I answered, flipping on my blinker. "I know there's time constraints and everything, but I really don't want to give up on the vision that we had for this tour. I think with enough pushing we can get everything we want, but that's only going to work if they know both of us are on board."

Josh sighed, loud enough for the call to pick it up. "I'm on board, Tyler, you know that. This whole plan just seems really risky."

"We've pulled off crazier stuff before."

"You're right."

"Alright, man, I've got to go," I said as my house became visible towards the end of the road. "It's late and I'm exhausted."

"Sounds good, take it easy for the rest of the night and I'll see you soon."

"You too."

"Later."

"Bye."

The call ended, made apparent by the robotic voice telling me exactly that. I switched back to my music, even though it didn't really matter. By the time that anything started to play, I was already pulling into the driveway and opening the garage door. Relief washed over me the minute that the car was parked and the key was out of the ignition.

I was finally home.

The house was quiet when I stepped through the door into the hallway, meaning that Y/N was already upstairs and most likely fast asleep. That would explain why she never answered my texts letting her know that I was finally on my way home, nearly seven hours after I originally told her I would be. That hadn't been my intention, but there had been a seemingly never ending list of things that we had to run through. Even still, there were a multitude of details that still needed to be ironed out.

I pushed the thoughts from my head as I kicked off my shoes and set them on the rack among the others. Right now, I needed to focus on taking care of myself, not all the problems that were out of my control for the time being.

As soon as my things were set down and I felt comfortable, I made a beeline for the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. My throat was sore and dry from talking all day. It seemed that nobody wanted to take me seriously unless my voice was raised, meaning that I had nearly lost it entirely over the course of the day. Hopefully things would be better when Josh was here and it wouldn't be me alone versus a group of tour managers and planners who didn't understand where I was coming from.

I ended up chugging two glasses of water before I felt satisfied, although there was still an uncomfortable tickle at the back of my throat. Since it wasn't likely to go away tonight, I decided to ignore it and find some dinner for myself instead. They had given us lunch around noon under the assumption that everyone would be home in time for dinner, meaning it had been ages since my last meal. My stomach was rumbling at the mere thought of food.

I started at the fridge, hoping that Y/N had stuck some leftovers in there or something so that I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of cooking something and potentially waking her up with all the noise; I wasn't exactly known for being a quiet cooker. My mouth immediately curled into a smile when I noticed the plate sitting on the middle shelf, covered in a bit of tinfoil. This, of course, also made my mouth start to water when I realized it was chicken and mashed potatoes. It was going to hit the spot perfectly.