The men were all staying on the 9th floor of the hotel. The walls were mint green and covered in odd paintings. I couldn't help but stare at them as we walked by them. The floor was covered with a black rug, and it muffled the sounds of our steps as we all sped though the hallways. 
"This is it. Room 954, Roger's staying here." Brian said and pointed at the number on the door. 
I stepped forwards and knocked on the door. Nothing happened. I knocked again, this time a bit harder. Fucking hell, I thought and straight up beat the door with my fists. 
"Open up Taylor, I want to go home!" I screamed, but the men shushed me. 
"People are sleeping, remember?" John giggled and patted my shoulder. The other men laughed too and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. 
Then a sound came from inside the room. 
"Who's there?" A raspy voice that belonged to Roger shouted out.
"It's me, Loretta. And the guys. Could you give me my keys from Lisa's pocket?"
For a moment we didn't hear anything. Then a tired "Sure" rang out from the room. We could hear some rummaging through their stuff, and eventually footsteps coming up to the door. 
Roger slowly opened the door and gave us a tired look. He was absolutely hammered. I looked down and quickly looked back up. And very naked. 
"Here." He said and placed something in my hand. He then quickly turned around and closed the door. I looked down at my hand, very confused. 
"Roger what the hell? You gave me a shoe?" I cried out. "These aren't not my keys, this is a bloody shoe! Come back here you knob, I want my keys, not your fucking shoe!" I screamed and banged the door. When I couldn't hear anything from the room I threw the shoe at the door and slid down against it. 
No one said anything for a while until Freddie couldn't contain his laughter anymore. I shot an angry glare at him.
"I'm sorry dear, but from an outsider's perspective, that was extremely hilarious." He managed to mumble. I tried to look angry but when John and Brian joined his laughter I couldn't help but laugh too. I looked at the shoe next to me on the floor and picked it up.
"I guess I can use this to break a window, then I could climb into my apartment." John found the idea hilarious and giggled even more.
"Oh no, darling, we'll get you a room for the night. I'm positive that they have some vacant."
"Or you could sleep with me. Or, I mean like sleep in my room." John blurted out. His suggestion seemed to take Brian and Freddie by surprise, since they both raised their eyebrows and looked at each other. All three men were looking at me, waiting for my answer. 
"Yeah, I mean sure. That'd be nice." I said and got up from the floor. "Should we get going then?" I asked John and he nodded. We all wished each other good night and good morning at started to walk towards our rooms. 

"Aand, here we are." John said and gave me a smile as he opened the door to his hotel room. There was a short hallway leading to the room with one door on it, I can only assume it was to the bathroom. The room was quite small, there was a queen size bed in the middle and an armchair in the corner.
"That's the door to the bathroom. Make yourself at home. The bed has two mattresses, I'll take one of them and sleep on the floor." He said and was just about to walk to the bed when I put my hand on his chest, stopping him.
"What? No you're not. I'll take the floor, or we both sleep in the bed. I'm a big girl, I'm not afraid of sleeping in the same bed with a man." I chuckle and pat his chest. He gave we wide smile and nodded understandingly. "Makes sense."