Make Believe with my Rockstar

To hope

Drew's POV

I have been searching for over a week now, but might as well give in. If Audrey has set her mind on ghosting on me, I know I won't be able to find her. Not my lawyer, not my friends, not my family, not my contacts, not all the money in the world...everything is just useless.

I check myself in the bathroom mirror and I don't like the man I see there. I look like a junkie, who has woken up from a deep slumber somewhere in a dark, cold alley, passed out from pulling a three day bender. My hair is totally out of place, my eyes have dark soggy bags under them and my cheekbones are showing more than usual due to the massive weight loss...I'm a nightmare to look at.

My phone rings from the room, but I am in no mood to talk to anyone. I've closed myself in this massive house that is trashed and cold. The phone keeps ringing.

I finally give up and decide to at look at least who's insisting so badly.

-Open the damn door Drew! I've been knocking for about half an hour!

Rob's voice doesn't help with the massive headache.

-Go away...-I whisper tired

-You know I'm not budging, so open the fucking door, or I'll kick it down.

Lazily I throw the phone on the bed and walk to the front door. An angry looking Rob comes in my face, pushes me backwards inside and I stumble and fall on my ass.

-So this is what you've been doing? Is this how you're gonna take her back? By starving yourself to death and let your corpse rot locked in here?

Take her back?! What the hell is he talking about?!

-Get up, kid! As much as I wanna punch the living hell out of you for what you did... - He grabs me and puts me on my feet.

-Please do...

-You're lucky I love you. – He ends up saying and envelops me in a hug.

A gesture I last expected, resulted to be what I had most needed right now. I break down in full sobs in Rob's arms and he comforts me, letting me take it all out.

After what seems like hours, I had taken a shower and somehow made myself a little more presentable, now sitting on the sofa across from Rob.

-I came to drag you out of your misery. I thoroughly disapprove of what you did to Audrey, but still...I want to help you get her back. What can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic.

I wince at the mention of her name. Rob notices my discomfort and silence and goes on.

-I have put together a plan to help you get back on your feet. Do something good for yourself for once, you know? Then you can try to win her back. I don't think anyone in her position, appreciates a man at the state you are right now.

I just nod, but words don't form.

-So, have you caved yet? Alcohol, I mean.

I shake my head no.

-That's a good start. Let's skip to the second step then.

I look at him indicating to go on. In no way am I feeling the desire to speak right now.

-I can see you've gone mute, but I don't think that goes well with your job description, so, how about you start using that voice and finish the work you're supposed to?

-What's the point? – I manage to mumble

Rob exhales frustrated.

-Look Drew! When I came here last time, you and Audrey were putting a good amount of energy on this new upcoming album. If you wanna let your time and energy go to waste, it's not my place to tell you not to. About Audrey however...

I scratch my head and process where he's trying to get to. I can see his point he's trying to make. Audrey has worked her ass of beside me, helping put together the concept of the album and our appearances. It was the first time we decided to go bolder and make a change. The boys had all loved the vision Audrey had for this new album and our looks. She managed to do all that while dealing with a depressed drunk ass me, and a kid and a consuming job.

-You are right Rob. I need to grow a pair and own up to my mistakes. They are beyond redemption, but that doesn't mean I can't continue this journey Audrey and I started. I see what you are trying to do it, so I promise I'll try and make the best out of it. Thank you.

I go to hug him and disappear into the bedroom. Rob follows silently behind me, but I am too concentrated on my mission right now to notice what he's doing. I pull open the closet doors and rummage through the tons of boxes that were left behind, things that Audrey considered not hers and decided to leave here.

I pull out the notebook of the outfits and finally take my phone to type to the boys the text I was avoiding for so long.

Drew:

I'm alive. Studio tonight?

That was all it took and the phone was floodingwith replies and questions. I smile faintly to myself and take a moment tofinally appreciate the fact that even after the storm, the sun will still rise