**** Nate's POV
I don't know what to do with my life now. I had severe headaches and my bandmates... I mean we were having a break, but Jack and Andrew were still spending their together without me and they seem to be happy. All I had was my family, Charlotte, my producers, and some of my friends. All I wanted was to bring the band back after a very long hiatus.
Charlotte just left for Europe and she will be back next month, that left me, alone in our apartment in New York. I missed being with those dorks, but I really need to take a break from recording and it makes me suck. I looked at my Instagram account and looked at Jack's post with Andrew... They were having so much fun. I just double click it and done, I just threw my phone away.
My headaches started again like a motherfucker and I really need to rest. I've been suffering this for 3 months and it still didn't come to an end.
**** Jack's POV
I was at Andrew's house, playing video games and looked at his IG account. Nate just liked our photo.. too cute. I just wished he was here with us. Speaking of Nate, I haven't seen him in months now... His girlfriend was with Rachel in Europe so he was alone at their house. I think it's best for me to visit him in his place in New York.
"Dost."
"Yeah Jack."
"How about we take a visit on Nate today? Haven't heard much about him."
"That would be great! I missed him a lot and it's been months since his last show. Listening to Grand Romantic yesterday and it was nice."
"And, since Bleachers is having a break. Maybe, we can still celebrate the comeback of fun. by making another album.What do you think?"
"That's great!"
We grabbed our own keys and headed to Nate's house. It was a very long drive though.. He lives downtown and we live uptown... I could imagine his body now, skinny? Or somewhat he is not okay in my thoughts that makes me so nervous. He always drink and smoke, not this days. He is unwell for me.
After an hour, both of us arrived at Nate's house. It was very silent and way to messy when we reached the living room. It was too silent until we reached the room where Nate was. He was screaming too loud and we both started to get worry. What is wrong with Nate this time? We dashed over to his room and he was there, lying on the floor, holding his head too tight... He kept on screaming..
"Shit! What's going on Nate?" Andrew asked, carrying him to his bed.
"My headache! It's getting worse than before!"
"We should check a doctor right now Nate! You're not okay!"
"No.. I just need some rest." He kept on holding his head.
"You have fever man?"
"Sort of."
Nate was resting right now but he kept on holding his head too tight and both of us started to get worry. We should have called him first before dashing his house. He drinks, he smokes, he all do bad things except for weed..
We went over to the kitchen to cook something for Nate... That was tight and it started to dark. I missed 3 calls from Rachel and 2 missed calls from an unknown caller ID.. I tried to call back the ID but it won't answer, so I go over to Rachel.
Rachel: Gosh! Jack, where have you been?
Me: Sorry for not answering your call. I was just at Nate's house together with Andrew.
Rachel: That's great! I was about to talk about Ruess... Take care of him, don't let him drink or whatever... Stay there until Charlotte and I gets back from Europe, understand.
Me: Ah... Okay then. Well set.
I hung up... What's wrong with her? She still has concern on him even do they just broke up.
We stayed at the living room until Nate gets down from his room and grabbed his meds... He sat down on the table and started to eat dinner, it's almost 11 PM but I don't care, he should eat.
"Hey Jack! Why don't you join me here?" He asked, grabbing his plate and brought it to the table.
"Sure! We were waiting for you to eat so we didn't eat too." I get up from the sofa in their living room and woke Andrew up from the lounge. "Dost! Wake up and we will eat dinner with Nate."
Both of us grabbed our plates and just ate... moment of silence and it is getting awkward between the three of us, but when Nate started to get a selfie, both of us laughed.
"What?" He asked.
"Getting better in taking pictures of your self eh? Where did you learn that?" Andrew asked. He grabbed his phone and started to get a groupie... At last, another picture with Nate after months.
"And, you're getting better in Twitter and Instagram! Welcome to Social Media fucker!"
"You're late." Andrew and Nate started to laugh again...
It was past midnight and the three of us went to each of the rooms here in Nate's house. He grabbed his meds before heading.
What is wrong with Nate now? Is there any suspicious thing about him?
