Run [Stereo Kicks/ James Graham]

Chapter 6

Later on that night, or morning by the time I was back at my hideout, I was full out sobbing, shaking hands writing a letter to Leo. I'd put up one green and one red flag, as I wasn't sure if I was coming back.
'Leo... I don't know how to put this. I found Reece, but I ran. I can't put him in danger again. But then I realised he might search for me, and it'd be even harder. So I'm leaving, to try and find him again. I don't know when or if I'm coming back, but I am. I love you, so, so much. You are my inspiration, big bro. You mean the world to me. I'm taking what I can and going. If I come back, I hope you're here. If not... Well, if I don't see you again, I will cry an ocean for two years just at the shock. You're amazing, Leo, don't ever forget that. You saved my life, you bought me hope. I love you. Amelia x'
With that done, I got up, picking up my backpack of everything I would need, knowing not to travel too heavily, so I was leaving everything else. I ate as much as I could, drank two bottles of water and brushed my hair out, before putting my hood up and leaving.
When I got to the venue, there was no one there. "Stereo Kicks..." I said thoughtfully, looking at the board outside. 'Currently on tour.' They'd probably left, and I needed to know where they were, so I could find Reece.
I'd been stupid. This time, I was going to find him.
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After hours of trekking around, I'd figured out they were not too far away, and were due to hit a service station soon. The taxi I'd caught was not impressed when I hardly paid them, rushing out before he could ask for the rest of the money, but that was his problem.
A gigantic bus was in the coach car park, and I knew I was at the right place. Going over to it, I saw it was empty, so I lounged nearby, waiting.
After an hour, about ten people were approaching, and I squinted against the sun. Reece was still looking almost depressed, curled into them as they walked silently, trying to comfort him. "It's okay." One with a quiff (so could be any of them, really) whispered, but Reece didn't reply.
"Reecey..." I murmured, standing up and drifting over. They caught sight of me and gasped. Those dulled, yet still distinctly blue eyes looked up, focusing on me. "I'm so sorry." We were too far apart to hear, but I think he got the message.
Suddenly, I broke into a sprint, running towards him, and he darted forwards to meet me. The ground smacked against my head as we hit the floor from the forceful impact, my head cracking painfully, but I hardly felt it through my overwhelming happiness. "I'm sorry!"
"Please, don't leave!" He sobbed.
"I'm not, I'm staying, I've come back." My voice was all thick from emotion, tears starting to fall down my face. Reece hugged me tightly, and I shuffled as close to him as I could, wrapping my arms around him firmly and burrowing my head into his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"Why? Why did you leave me?" He asked me gently, as I cried into his shirt.
"I h-had to. They'd hurt y-you otherwise." Tears still streaming down my face, I kissed his cheek, hooking my head over his shoulder, trying to get as close as possible, slowly crying out my years of pain. The only pain I felt now was Leo.
"It's okay, Amelia. You're home now." Reece cradled me carefully as he sat up, me still clinging onto him desperately. "I've got you."
"I love you, Reece." I smiled, trying to slow my tears.
"I love you, too. More." He said back.
"No, I love you more."
"I'd step on a Lego brick for you." Seriously looking into his eyes, I heard him laughing, and it made me light up, having been over three years since I had heard my twin's beautiful laugh.
"Uh, Reece? We should probably get in the bus..." Someone said hesitantly.
"O-of course." My heart plummeted. I couldn't go with them, they were on tour.
"You're coming with us, silly." Reece stood up, pulling me up too. "I'm not letting you go again." A smile slowly crept onto my face, and he grinned back.
"I'm back. I can... Oh, my god." I'd forgotten what it felt like to have a house, a bed, proper food and a generally comfortable lifestyle. It had been so long that I was accustomed to my street life.
"Do you need anything?"
"A shower." I said immediately. "I live for them now."
"'Course." Reece glanced over at me as we walked towards the bus. Suddenly, he scooped me up, carrying me back. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too." Snuggling down into his arms, I felt content, and safe. My twin finally by me.
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"Amelia? Wake up." Someone was shaking me softly.
"Leo?" I squinted against the strange light, before everything came rushing back to me. "Oh."
"I'm Casey." He smiled at me. "Tom told me to get you up."
"How long have I been asleep?" Stretching, I threw the covers back, sitting up.
"A couple of hours." Casey shrugged. "The boys found some clothes out that might fit you, so you can go take a shower if you want."
"That'd be amazing." Despite my wariness at the unfamiliarity of everything, I relished the idea of a shower, and what they were doing for me, quickly forming some trust. "Don't get too close, I probably smell like that old woman's perfume, or the streets."
"Old woman's perfume?" Casey stressed amusedly, and my smile slipped slightly.
"I had to do a lot of bad things to stay alive." I murmured sadly.
"I'm sure everything's cool." With that assurance, Casey shoved me out to talk to the rest of the band. Reece had enclosed me in a hug several steps in, and I hugged him back, relishing the presence of my big brother. By four minutes.
"We got you some clothes." Reaching behind him, Reece handed me a large, plastic bag. "Shower's third door on the right."
"Thanks." Kissing his cheek, I stepped back, before turning and heading to find the shower. The bathroom was small, but decently clean, and I locked the door, stripping down and turning the shower on, squealing when the warm water hit me.
"You okay?" Reece yelled.
"Yeah!" I called back, before hesitantly stepping under the water. My eyes lit up, my mouth curling into a grin at the proper shower I was currently in.
Hurriedly, I washed my hair and body, loving the clean feeling. However, I eventually got out, knowing I shouldn't waste their water, especially if they were going to take showers later on, as the water would have to heat up again.
There was a towel in the top of the bag, which I wrapped firmly around myself, before exploring the contents of the bag. A pair of black skinny jeans, a red fitted shirt, which had roll-up-able sleeves, a black beanie, some socks, underwear (bet some female had told them to get that, the idiots) and a pair of black converse. Once I'd dried and dressed myself, bundling my long hair into the beanie, I headed out, silently watching as they bickered over some game.
"Come sit down!" As soon as I was spotted, they called me over.
"Do you know who they are?" Motioning to the boys, Reece finally turned to me, and I shook my head. "Lads, introduce yourself."
"I'm Jake." The one on the end started, with a bright smile at me. "I'm Naughty Kick, I'm twenty, I love Pokemon."
"I'm Chris, I'm nineteen, I'm from Ireland, and I'm Smiley Kick." His slight Irish accent made me smile slightly, before I focused on the one next to him.
"I'm Casey, as you know, I'm twenty, I'm Flirty Kick, I'm from London and my talent is pulling girls." A light giggle left me, especially when he winked, the slight head movement making hair fall into his eyes, causing him to groan.
"I'm Tom, I'm twenty one, Sporty Kick, from Southampton and the responsible one who also plays guitar." Tom smiled at me, his light, blue eyes not too intimidating, so I offered a slight smile back.
"I'm Barclay, I'm nineteen, from Devon, and I'm Charming Kick, apparently." I could see that. Barclay was tall, dark haired, dark eyes, and fairly broad. Depended upon the personality to march.
"I'm Charlie, I'm fifteen, from London, and I'm Baby Kick." Someone who was actually younger than me... Just. But, damn, you could cut yourself on his jawline.
"I'm James." I recognised him as the one who had caught me, and a light blush took over my cheeks at the memory of his arms wrapped securely around my waist. "I'm eighteen, from Essex, I'm Diva Kick, and I'm the one who does the big notes." He had nice hair. Really nice, as a matter of fact. My eyes raked over James quickly, summing him up. At least his style was on point.
"Who are you, then?" Quizzically, I turned to Reece, as the boys looked at me in confusion.
"Northern Kick." Reece smiled up at me, where I was sitting on the arm of the chair. We had the mental connection to not have to complete sentences, and I smiled back.
"Ay, sounds somewhat right." I giggled. The gentle tease was comforting to me. I'd made it. I was back with my twin...
I was safe.