Nothing But You [COMPLETED]

Star Wars or Football?

03:17

The clock on her phone was blinding her exhausted eyes. She had messaged the group chat every half hour since midnight, and tried calling them individually at least twice. Tris answered briefly, then there was a scuffle and it disconnected. Probably Brad turning it off for him, she thought. She was sitting in the lounge, on the armchair, and rolled her head back, struggling to keep her eyes open.

They were going to be in so much trouble.

She got it, they didn't like the situation. They probably didn't even like her, even though she felt like Tris and Connor were being okay with her. But she had a job to do. And tomorrow's job was getting them to the meeting on time. She would drag them out of the house whether they had 10 or 2 hours of sleep.

She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't let them win. If they were being brats and staying out, then she could be a brat and stay up to shout at them.

She finally heard the gravel crunching outside, and flew out of her seat, pocketing her phone as she wrenched the front door open.

"What the FUCK do you think-" She yelled, stalking down the driveaway. Their house was miles from anyone so she didn't have to worry about pissing neighbours off.

She stopped walking, and stopped shouting when she saw the scene in front of her.

James and Connor were holding up Tristan, who was struggling to walk, his face covered in blood. Brad was walking next to them in a panic, his hands in his hair, and splatters of blood on his shirt as well.

"What in the hell happened?" Her voice changed from anger to panic and shock in an instant. James looked up at her.

"There was a fight. Some guy tried getting on this girl who was someone else's sister and she was having none of it and Tris and Brad tried to get involved but he just kept shouting then-" James spoke quickly while he and Connor struggled to keep walking Tris to the house.

"Downstairs bathroom, now." She pointed inside. Brad's eyes flicked to her as they walked past, but he said nothing. She followed them through the door, rushing instead to the kitchen to grab a cloth and the bottle of antiseptic out of the cupboard, then headed to the bathroom. When she walked in, the three guys were standing crowded by the door, but they parted to let her through. Then she saw Tristan laying in the tub.

"I meant, sit him on the toilet seat or something." She sighed.

"He wanted the tub." Brad muttered as he sat on the closed toilet seat, leaning back and looking at the ceiling, so that he didn't have to look at her.

She shook her head, leaning down to pull her socks off, then climbed into the bath, in between Tris' legs.

"What are you doing?" Connor asked from beside her.

"I can't lift him out by myself, and I gotta clean his face." She replied bluntly.

The guys watched as she crouched down, her face level with Tris', and she started pouring the antiseptic on the cloth.

"What the hell did you do to end up hurting this pretty face, Tris?" She frowned at him.

"I protected a lady. Always gotta protect the ladies." He smiled back at her.

"This is gonna sting." She said softly before pressing the cloth to his face. He hissed. "I did warn you."

"I know but it didn't make it sting any less." Tris whined before rolling his head away from her. She just grabbed the back of his neck and carried on dabbing the parts of his face where the blood seemed to be coming from, then she held the cloth out to the others.