Where Did We Go

Chapter Eighteen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2102

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

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"Where do we even start?" Y/N asked.

We were standing just inside our shared closet, looking at all the clothes that were hanging up. Today was the day that we had set aside for packing the majority of our things up for tour, which always started with our clothes since they took the most space in our suitcases. It also just so happened to be the most daunting part.

"Well, we have the lists," I said, holding them up for emphasis. "Should we just find all the stuff we need, pile it up, and then fold?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Let's start with your stuff."

"Ok."

Y/N took the lists from me and sat down just outside the closet. I stepped further in and started to look through my clothes, already deciding what I wanted to bring and what I should leave behind. Y/N started to read off items on the list, which I grabbed and then tossed to her.

"Hey, careful!"

I turned to look at her, only to realize the tank top I had just grabbed had ended up hanging off of her head. She was laughing as she pulled it off of her head and added it to the ever growing pile behind her.

"Sorry," I smiled. "Wasn't looking."

"It's ok."

This pattern went on until we had finally collected all the things on my list. The pile of clothes behind Y/N went up to my knees, already making me dread having to fold it later. Still, I knew it would be nothing compared to what Y/N ended up bringing since she didn't have the same habit of wearing clothes for days straight like I did.

"Let's get this stuff into the bedroom," Y/N said, starting to get off the ground. I quickly walked over to her and helped her up. "Thanks."

Together, the two of us began to carry small armfuls of clothes over to my side of the bed. The pile quickly grew again until all of my clothes were sitting on the ground. I immediately collapsed onto the bed after dropping the last few pants off.

"Ty," Y/N smiled. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a break."

"We don't have time for breaks. It's already noon and we haven't even picked out my clothes yet. At this rate, we're not going to be done until midnight."

"Please," I said, sticking out my bottom lip. "Can we just relax for five minutes?"

"Fine, but that's it," she said, taking a seat on the bed next to me before falling back into my arms.

"I'll count."

"No you won't," she laughed. "I'm setting a timer, otherwise we'll be here for hours and you'll still claim we have a minute left."

"I will not," I mumbled into her neck.

"Yes you will."

"Isn't this relaxing?"

"Yes, but somebody has another world tour starting in less than a week that we need to get ready for."

"I'll postpone it."

"Ty," she laughed. "That isn't an option."

"Sure it is. I'm famous."

"I'm not going to let you postpone a world tour just because you want to cuddle with me."