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

Nine.

If my heart continues to thump the way it is now, it'll beat out of my chest, I'm sure of it. I'm absolutely sure of it.

My finger taps the "play" button once again, the girls along with Joe and Jess backstage at tonight's show filling my screen.

My babies. Joe. Whoever sent it is so close. Too close. What do I do? Okay. Wait. If the threats aren't stopping even with me gone, there's no reason I can't go back home. Back to them. No, Addie. That's not the answer. You're jumping. Don't jump. Think this through. The threat happened why? You're on the right track probably, they want you to freak out. They want you to give in and go home. They know you're onto something. Okay. Okay. But my babies. How do I protect my babies if I'm not there? I thought I was protecting them by not being there but was that the right choice? Am I supposed to be there? No. I know I'm not; I'm getting closer and closer being away from them. I know it in my bones that I'm getting closer and that's why this video just got sent to me. What can I do? What can I do? I can't call Joe. I can't warn him. I can't make contact. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do? They were backstage. Who the fuck is this person? I mean, granted, it's not hard to get past them if you know the area. It's easy for whoever this is to go in and find their way around before they arrive, it's not like the shows are a secret and no one knows where they are.

Okay. I want to do something; I just need to figure out what to do. I can't go myself. I can't send Stella, or Hope, or Victoria. I can't send any of their boyfriends, it would be just as obvious.. Wait... but if they're spying, who says I can't have a spy of my own? Someone to watch over the girls and Joe without being seen. Without being noticed. Even by them. That's... not a bad idea. Okay, but who could I possibly- Londyn. Londyn. She would never do anything like this to me. I know that for a fact. We both always talked about getting out of the business. I know she never did, but she works discreetly. She only does security type jobs. It's nothing in depth, nothing that she could even really get into trouble for.

Pulling my laptop on my lap, I quickly find Londyn's number, dialing it into my phone and placing the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" the long-lost familiar voice answers.

"Londyn?"

She pauses. "Depends."

"It's Addison."

Another pause. "Wait... for real?"

"I need your help, Lon," I tell her, sighing.

"Can you meet?" she asks.

"I'm trying to stay out of public. Can you come to an address?"

"Of course," she says. "Where am I going?"

I give her the address, surprised when she arrives in less than ten minutes, texting me to let me know she's outside. Jogging down the stairs quietly, I open the front door, pulling her inside and closing it quickly before turning to her and letting out a breath.

"Hey."

A small grin appears on her lips, opening her arms for me.

I take the gesture, hugging her for a moment before pulling back. "Come on, let's go upstairs."

We get into my temporary bedroom, Londyn closing the door once we're inside.

"I didn't know you were living in Texas again," she says, walking further into the room.

I sigh. "Only temporarily. That's actually why I need your help."

She furrows her brows. "Okay, what's up?"

I lick my lips, hesitating.

"You're nervous," she says, sitting on the bed. "What's going on?"

I gulp. "I don't know if you know this. I'm a mom now."