My desperate endeavor to find my whoever

16) You little shit

Erin

"Aw Hedgehog you're adorable!" I squeaked, diving on top of him.

He and the boys were just coming off after their set, and I was practically crying. As a thank you, Adam had given me the night off. But not only that: I got to play Ghosts with Mayday Parade as well as have YMAS dedicate Loverboy to me.

"Well, it's Barnesy you need to be thanking. He told us it was your favourite." He told me, planting a quick kiss on my cheek before leaving.

I turned slightly to be greeted with Matt Barnes, stood proudly by my side with his signature grin plastered across his face. "Hello you," I smirked.

"No need to thank me, before you go all mushy," Matt said quickly. "A hard-working girl like yourself deserves a treat from her mates."

I had a funny feeling Alex was behind all of this, but I daren't say anything; knowing my luck Flyzik would overhear me and I'd be off the tour quicker than you could say, Joshua Franceschi. Ever since earlier, I was finding it so hard to keep my hands off him. So much so, I had to go over to stage right just to avoid him. He was obviously offended by it because he kept looking over at me with his bottom lip sticking out and kept texting me.

Why'd you leave me?

Can I come over?

whyyyyyy nooottt?!

Babe

Babe please

"Idiot." I chuckled.

It was Pierce The Veil's turn to go on first tonight. They were having their customary Mexican huddle - as I called it - before downing a shot and heading out. Even though it was my night off, I was still taking a few photos, more for my own benefit really. I wanted personal reminders of my favourites that didn't have to be perfectly focused or have the exact lighting or even have the correct Colour setting for the 'atmosphere' (whatever, Adam). I was quite enjoying Pierce The Veil's set; well until Jaime came over and dragged me onstage anyway.

"Jaime, what are you doing?!" I hissed, trying to break his grip around my wrist.

"Just trust us, you'll love it." he murmured, smiling at me. I had a seriously bad feeling about this.

"And here she is, give it up for our good friend Erin!" I heard Vic shout into his microphone.

As soon as he said my name, the crowd cheered loudly. My cheeks took this golden opportunity to blush postbox red. I genuinely could've ripped all of their throats out there and then, including the other bands. They all knew I was finding this horribly embarrassing, but they didn't really give a shit. I awkwardly clung to Vic as Jaime calmed the crowd.

"For those of you who don't know," Jaime began, in his usual slightly dramatic tone. "Erin is a photographer. She's working on this tour, and she's been so great we've all decided to treat her tonight. So give her some support for this next song!"

I raised an eyebrow at Jaime, utterly confused. But then as the intro for Hold On Till May started, I knew where this was going. I looked over at Vic; he smirked at me.

"I fucking hate you." I mouthed at him picking the mic up.

*

"I'm going crazy!" Vic sang. He nodded at me. Like I needed a cue...

"And as the sun went down, we ended up on the ground. I heard the train shake the windows, you screamed over the sound. And as we own this night, I out your body to the test with mine, this love was our of control, 3 2 1, where did it go...?"

I slightly scared myself. Never did I think I'd have the guts to even stand on a stage without my guitar, never mind sing without it. Even Alex was surprised, judging by his expression from the side of the stage. I gave him a cheeky smile and continued to sing with Vic.

"...see you're just wasted and thinkin' 'bout the past again." Vic sang. He suddenly grabbed my left wrist and held it above both of our heads for all to see. "Darling, you'll be okay."

I couldn't help but tear up. Moments like that are the reason I'm proud to call Vic my friend.

"And Erin said...!"

"If you were me, you'd do the same. Cos I can't take anymore, I'll draw the shades and close the doors! I'm not alright, and I would rather..."

For the last chorus, I harmonised with Vic and tried my best not to cry like a bitch. Just by taking my wrist, he'd completely thrown me. I couldn't think straight. I hugged him once the song ended and jogged off stage, progressively getting faster so I could get away from everyone. They all started shouting my name, but I couldn't explain. Not now. I just kept going until I was back on the bus. I didn't realise but Danny had followed me. It was only when I slumped down in the back lounge that I saw him.

"What's going on?" He panted, taking a seat next to me.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I sulked. "Just leave me be."

"It's just, Vic doing what he did seemed-"

"Danny, I'm fine." I snapped. "Go back to the show, just leave me be."

I could tell he didn't really want to, but Danny left anyway. I didn't actually want him to leave if I'm totally honest. I wanted him to just sit by my side and just sort of exist next to me and leave me in silence, just like Alex does.

"Erin?" I heard a voice shout. "I know you're on here so just tell me now if you're naked or not."

"I'm naked, Jack." I giggled. He came onto the bus eagerly, his face descending into disappointment as soon as he saw I was in fact fully clothed.

"Don't do that!" He said dramatically, slumping down next to me. "It's not nice."

"Sorry." I chuckled, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Anyway, c'mon, Alex wants you," Jack told me, standing up.

"But aren't you guys in the middle of the show? Wait why are you even here?!" I panicked.

"He told me to come get you. He's doing the acoustic set." Jack explained. "Now get your butt back in there. I promise you won't have to explain to anyone if you don't want to."

"Alright then..." I sighed.

I didn't want to be back there, but right now I'd do anything to keep Jack happy. Because happy Jack makes a happy Erin.