𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈.

( gif by hazzawckd < 3 )

( i actually hate this chapter a lot. this put me in a writers block and i just said fuck it, let me post it. its the shortest chapter in this whole book.)

No perspective, this what happened when she ran away.

(Y/N) was caught at a crossroads, barely lucid to be able to see straight as she pushed her way back through the back door and into the sweaty swaying bodies on the dance floor. She couldn't see a single thing clearly as the date rape drug entered her bloodstream from the bartender, the fear that if maybe Hobie didn't show up it would be worse. She thrashed and tripped through the bodies who moved to the melody, dodging her friends who were far too drunk to even realize that she was in danger.

Despite being drugged up, she knew that she was in danger and needed to get out of this stuffy club and back in her hotel room where she could be safe–at least for the night. As she pushed past the side door, she fell straight into the arms of a hard chest that immediately wrapped their arms around her waist to keep her up right. She felt a scream erupt in her lips but was shushed with a finger on her lips to calm her down. A worried look plastered on her face but calming once she came face to face with Miguel. Her bodyguard.

It didn't take him long to realize she was drugged up and needed help, with one arm wrapped around her waist and directed back to the hotel, (Y/N) felt like she could calm down.

Hobie Brown, a man with an impatient and harsh drive, waited for less than thirty seconds. He waited calmly and if you squinted, just a little bit patiently—he did this because he knew he could find her in a heartbeat. She was no match to him, drugged up or not. He lifted his arms above his head, pushing his neck to the side a little bit to give it a crack before pushing himself off the wall to start walking in the direction she jetted to.

(Y/N) thanked Miguel profusely, telling him she is sorry she hasn't come down to meet her bodyguard and he just waved her off, saying it's no big and that he gets it; working with a band like this you tend to get side tracked. The small conversation helped ground her mind, but the effects of the drugs were kicking in and she felt her poor body give out from under her and drop. But Miguel, with his heightened senses, caught her in time with his mask dropping. "Fuckin' Hobie, always ruining shit with his girl." He grumbled, pushing open the back door of the hotel that was unlocked by LYLA, heading to the elevator to go to the roof.

Hobie on the other hand, started squeezing past the bodies at a quicker pace for an unknown reason. His body started to sweat from an unknown threat that was causing him to almost break out in a run, but he couldn't risk anyone asking him what was wrong or what was going on; so he kept his pace, kept stalking after the girl like she was his prey when in all reality he could tell something wasn't right.