TAYLAH’S POV
“I bags window seat!” I skipped up the aisle till I found our row. Georgia sat in the aisle seat next to me and Christian and Mitchel were a row in front. “Thank God this is only a short flight.”
“A couple of hours and we’ll be in Syd-nay!” Georgia grinned beside me. “What are we even going to do for three days?”
“Well, we’ve got to meet with that Jason guy and his people,” the boys twisted in their seats to talk to us. “We’ll probably do a meet and greet as well, ‘cause we haven’t done one here in ages.”
“Oh yay,” Georgia smiled. “I love meeting your fans.”
“So do we,” Mitchel chuckled.
The voice over the PA told us to put on our seatbelts so the boys turned back around to face the right way. I put in my earphones and closed my eyes. I could feel the plane going up further and further, chewing gum to stop my ears from popping.
“Oi slagface,” Georgia poked me in the arm.
“What?” I pulled out my earphone and looked to her expectantly.
“Nothing,” she shrugged. “I’m just bored.”
“We’ve been on the plane for ten minutes,” I pointed out and she nodded. “You’re so weird.”
“Thanks babycakes,” she laughed, putting her feet up against the chair in front of her.
“You right there?” Christian turned around from in front of her. She just smiled brightly at him. He rolled his eyes, but shifted in his seat so he was facing backwards towards us. Mitch leant against the window, stretching his gangly legs out across Christian so his feet dangled out into the aisle.
“Planes are boring,” Georgia pouted. “I miss the ground.”
“It’s a short trip,” I said, yawning halfway through. “A very early short trip.”
“You girls should sleep,” Mitchel suggested. “You look exhausted.”
“Oh and I thought I was looking fantastic,” I said sarcastically, making him laugh. I put my head against the window, tiredness washing over me.
I listened to their conversation, making small contributions every now and then. Eventually I nodded off. I woke up to Georgia poking me again. I was curled up as best as possible in the small airplane seat. I stretched, realizing that we were back on the ground and cruising into the airport.
We grabbed our bags and slowly shuffled off the plane, which was incredibly difficult mind you.
“Here, give me your bag,” Mitch reached over my shoulder and took my duffle from my hand. “Hop off and find the others, I have no idea where they got to.”
I nodded and slipped out between a couple of people. Outside the doors, Tyrone and Brock were waiting. I made my way over to them just as Georgia and Christian stepped off, not far in front of Christian. A couple of minutes later Maeve and Luke emerged.
“You alright babe?” Georgia asked Maeve, who looked a little pale. She just nodded without a word, making Luke chuckled behind her.
“Let’s go get a cab,” Brock ushered us all through the airport and out onto the street. It was bright and warm outside and people were bustling everywhere, dragging cases and crying children into cars and minivans.
We managed to flag a maxi cab and all filed inside. The cab took us straight to a fancy looking hotel in the middle of the city.
“Alright, we’ve got three rooms,” Brock explained, holding up our room keys. “One for the girls, one for Christian and Mitchel, and one for me, Luke and Tyrone.”
“I’m hungry,” Christian complained. My stomach grumbled its agreement.
“Let’s all go get cleaned up and changed,” Luke suggested. “Then we go find somewhere to eat. Sound good?”
“Sounds fabulous,” I agreed. We took our room keys from Brock and took the elevator up to the third floor. Our room was adjoining with a door straight into Mitchel and Christian’s room while the other boys were across the hall. “Right, everyone has to knock before this door is opened. I don’t want to walk in on any Manthony bromance in there.”
“We’ll try and keep ourselves decent,” Mitchel winked and they went back through to their own room.
I had a shower and changed out of my planes clothes into shorts and a fresh shirt while the girls took their turns in the very impressive bathroom. We had two double beds against one wall and a plush, fold out couch against the other. We did paper scissors rock to see who ended up on the couch ad Georgia lost. Great, she’s so not going to take that without complaining.
The boys knocked on the door from their side and I called out for them to come in. They came through, changed and looking admittedly pretty good. They made themselves comfortable on Maeve’s bed while I was on mine straightening my hair.
“Oh make yourselves comfortable, yeah,” Maeve rolled her eyes where she was sitting in front of her bag on the floor.
“Taylah, can I borrow your – shit guys!” Georgia squealed, running back into the bathroom to cover up the fact that her shirt had been hanging unbuttoned and wide open.
Maeve got up, laughing hysterically and slipped into the bathroom to see what she’d wanted. A minute later they both came back out, now fully dressed and Georgia bright red. The boys surprisingly kept quiet, but they did look like they were forcing back laughter. It’s the thought that counts.
A knock came from the front door and Maeve jumped up to open it.
“You guys ready to go?” Luke asked, coming in with Brock and Tyrone on his tail.
“Yeap,” I turned off my straightener, checked my reflection in the mirror and decided I looked as fabulous as ever.
“This looks good to me,” Tyroned stopped in front of a little themed diner that had a deliberate vintage air to it. We followed him inside and filled up a booth.
“Beware Sydney, What About Tonight have landed!”
