The concert//h.grier

Chapter 3

Clara's POV
"I'm so tired." I whined in Hayes chest.

"Go to sleep." He said. "But then I won't see your beautiful face." I said rubbing his cheek.

He blushed. "Oohh, Hayes is blushing." Skate yelled.

"Stop, you're embarrassing him." I said.

I laid back in his chest. "Thanks babe." He whispered.

My heart fluttered and chills were sent off throughout my body.

Hayes noticed and chuckled. I blushed.

I closed my eyes to try and fall asleep.

I pretended to be asleep and Hayes starting talking.

"I can already tell she's gonna be the best thing that's ever happened to me." He said.

I smiled. "She's a brat sometimes, but she's my best friend and she's amazing." Austin said.

I squinted my eyes so they didn't know I was looking.

"She is always so nice to me." Tez said.

"Guys, Y'all are so sweet." I smiled. Hayes flinched.

"I didn't know you were listening." Hayes blushed.

"It's okay." I said kissing his cheek.

I got up and sat in Tez' lap.

"What the heck?" Hayes whined.

"Tezera is my best friend." I chuckled.

I messed with his hair while he laughed at me.

I got up and walked to Skate, who was sitting on the couch.

I sat on his lap. "You're already my little sister." He said.

I smiled. "I'm such a loner." Hayes mumbled.

I made a pouty lip and walked over to him.

I laid back down beside him and he wrapped his arms around me.

He snuggled his head into my neck and smiled.

"Now y'all are lonely." Hayes laughed.

I laughed with Hayes. The boys gave him a dirty look.

"You know what I don't get?" I randomly said.

The boys looked at me. "In a relationship, the girls always wait for the boys to make the first move," I said.

"But boys shouldn't always have to make the first move, you know?" I finished.

They nodded. "You're so chill it's not even funny." Tez laughed.

"It's a hobby." I nodded. I giggled at the end.

Then I noticed Hayes was quiet.

I looked down the see him staring at in space.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, putting my hand in his hair.

"I don't feel good." He whispered.

I felt his head and he was hot. "Are you cold?" I asked.