Yours Truly. | [au.]

chapter thirteen.

Chapter Thirteen.
Red Tears. The John's.

    The sun shone harshly into Finn's hotel room, making him shield his eyes with the back of his hand, squinting as he did. He fell asleep before Tate and Roman came back, and slept through their drunken commotion as they showered and went to sleep as well.

    Finn grinned slowly as he reminisced on the events from last night. He remembered the sound of Elsie's moans that he drew out with just his tongue and fingers. He was shocked he didn't wake up with morning wood.

    He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and slowly got up to brush his teeth, peering at his bandmates who shared a bed. Roman had thick eye covers over his eyes, and ear plugs in his ears to block out Tates snoring. He shook his head and silenced a chuckle as he walked to the bathroom.

    As he lathered toothpaste on his toothbrush, four harsh knocks hit the hotel room door, seeming to be urgent. The boy only assumed it was Carolynn to hassle him about something.

    He rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the bathroom with the toothbrush in his mouth, turning the door handle to ask his manager what the hell she wanted. To his surprise, he wasn't met with Carolynn. Instead, he met Ivy's piercing gaze, brows pinched together in anger.

    Finn looked down, realizing that he was shirtless and in gray sweatpants, toothpaste dripping out of his mouth and onto his chin. Even though it wasn't Carolynn who was at his door, he still responded the way he would've if it was her. "What do you want."

    "What is it I hear about you doing fucking coke at the premiere of my movie?" She said, not so quietly.

    Finn quickly pushed her back into the hallway, spitting the toothpaste into the sink and placing the brush down on the counter before stepping out with her, and gently shutting the door behind them. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He said in a harsh whisper.

    "Jonah Thompson seems to think that you were coked up last night." She flipped her phone around revealing an Instagram post from a tea page with screenshots of Jonah's Snapchat show. There was another slide of a photo of Finn, zoomed in on his eyes to show how dilated his pupils were.

    "What the fuck is with that guy..." Finn said more to himself than to Ivy.

    "Is it true?!" She asked loudly, only for Finn to hush her.

    "Do you want to know the answer to that?"

    "Finn?! What the fuck?!"

    "Just shut up! Will you?!" He said, keeping his voice down. "Yes, it's true, but my team will do everything they can to deny it."

    "What are they gonna do, huh? What could possibly cover this up?"

    Finn only had one idea... And he wasn't sure if he was ready for it. But if he wanted to save his ass, he would have to. Suddenly, he turned around back into his hotel room, shutting the door in the process and leaving Ivy in the hallway by herself. He slid on a black hoodie, and some platform Doc Martens, waking up Tate in the process.

    "What the hell are you doing man?" His band member asked groggily, stretching one arm up and rubbing his eye with the other.

    "Taking care of something. Go back to sleep." He replied dryly, swiping his wallet and phone off of the nightstand and opening the door up to see Ivy still there with a confused look on her face.

    "What the hell are you doing?" She asked with urgency, watching the boy speed walk down the hall.

    He stopped in front of Elsie's room, seeing Ivy out of the corner of his eyes watching where she stood in front of his hotel room. He knocked three times, bouncing on his toes as he waited for one of the two girls to answer.