Them. | The Final Installment of the Him Series | Joe Jonas Fanfiction

Seven.

As much as I hate to admit it, something about the schedule Stella had put together had made things better. The new schedule of sleeping during the day and researching throughout the night has done me a world of good. I'm more focused, more thorough with the research and even found myself gaining onto a couple of potential leads. Nothing I found has been too promising yet, but it has made me feel slightly better about the fact that Stella now won't let me out of our deal to research this way.

I've also made it a point to continue eating, realizing that if I don't, I'm going to get back to Joe and he's going to lose his shit and get on me about eating and how I should've been eating while I was gone. It'll be a pain in the ass, especially because at that point my body will be used to not eating and I won't want to. Plus, I need to set a good example for the girls and showing up in an unhealthy body type is not going to do that.

In other news, more speculation on why I'm missing from the tour has created more articles, leaving me to become more and more irritated with the public. Though, I understand their confusion and the want to know more. I'm sure if I was on the outside and into the whole celebrity thing the way others are, I'd be the same way. I've been keeping a closer eye on Joe's Instagram, making sure not to interact on anything but watching to make sure he's still active, still posting as he typically does on tour.

Despite the multiple comments from fans who apparently never liked me in the first place being happy about my disappearance, there is a multitude more that are curious as to where I am, telling him they hope he and I are okay, and they hope to see me soon.

Little do they know; I hope they see me soon too. The quicker I get back, the better... but we already knew that.

"You're supposed to be going to sleep."

Stella's eye goes from peering through the small gap in my door to fully visible as she opens the door, coming into the room and immediately sitting on the edge of my bed.

"I know, but I wanted to talk to you before I do."

I sigh, looking up from the laptop and giving her my attention.

"Are you looking at Joe's Instagram?" she asks, noticing my screen.

I nod. "Yeah, I've been keeping an eye on it. I want to make sure his posts stay consistent and like... they came from him. If that makes sense."

She nods. "No, it does. I just wasn't expecting it. Anyways, I was thinking, I know we're getting somewhere with the research. This new schedule is doing us some good... but..."

I raise my eyebrows. "But?"

She sighs. "I think we may need to recruit some more help."

"No."

"Let's face it, Addie, we've been out of commission for years now. We know what we're doing if nothing's changed, but some of it has. I think getting help would do us some good. I'm not saying trust a bunch of people. I'm saying maybe we ask Charles or something. He took my dad's place when he died. Maybe we can just ask a few of the guys that we've known for years that we grew up with around."

I shake my head. "No."

"Addie," she sighs.

"Stella, no," I snap. "No. I don't trust a lot of people with this Stella. Plus, we're literally looking for someone who signs all of the threats with old friend. That means something. It's someone that we wouldn't expect."

"Or," she starts. "It's someone that's an enemy that wants us to believe it's someone close to us to keep you away from them longer, keep them unguarded and you losing your mind."