I see Hayes standing there with bags in his hands.

"You look ridiculous. No offense." I tell him as he walks in.

He's dressed like a father would on the families first vacation. Camera, bag, everything.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he takes out a little foldable.

"I'm going with you to England." He says smiling.

I spit out the water that's in my mouth.

"What!? Hayes no you have Macgon." I say putting my water down.

"Bart said its ok if I miss this one. The fans will understand. You support me way too much so it's my turn." He says sitting on the couch.

"Hayes." I whine.

"No Hayes. I'm going that's final!" He says putting his feet on the coffee table.

"Hayes." I say trying not to laugh.

"No Hazel. I'm going." He says crossing his arms.

"Hayes." I say giving a little cough.

He looks at me weird.

"Your foot is in the pie your brother made." I tell him grinning.

He looks and grunts wiping his foot.

"Your brother is going to kill you." I laugh as he tries to make the pie look better.

"If he finds out." He says moving the pie to the kitchen.

"Uh Hayes." I add picking up my phone.

"I forgot to hang up didn't I?" He says dreading it.

"Oh yeah." I say putting his phone on speaker.

"Hey brother." Hayes says like a little kid.

"You better watch your back. I'm gonna do something I don't know what but I'll have revenge. Do you know how long it took for the pie? Oh man your dead I'm coming." Nash elks through the phone.

"Your so gay!" I hear someone yell.

It goes silent.

"Carter just stop." Nash says. We all laugh.

"We're on our way back!" Cam yells then the line goes dead.

I look back to see Hayes making another pie.

"Good luck." I say checking my Instagram.

"Do you think we could buy one and say it was all a prank?" He asks.

"How? We can't drive." I say.

"No but we got bikes." He says counting his money.

"Yeah let's go." I say sighing.

He cheers as we walk to our bikes. We grabs his wallet and puts it in his front pocket. We start heading to the bakery.

I still can't believe he's going to England with me. Should I feel flattered or horrified?