Worlds Apart

Chapter Twenty Six

The bus was all packed and ready to go, and there was a rather alarming kind of solemnity emanating from our subdued group.

We consisted of my back up band, Rob, Graham and Clara. The crew had left two hours earlier, and we would be right after them once the Harrison brothers joined us. According to Clara they were just a two minute walk away from our hotel down the road filming an interview for some television show.

It was to my utmost relief that Clara announced that The Bends' bus had been fixed over night.

I didn't know what I would have done stuck in the bus with Logan and Cam. I wouldn't have been able to look either of them in the eye, too conscious of exactly where I'd managed to fuck Cam on the ground. Not to mention I was yet to talk to either of them – I wasn't sure which problem was bigger, honestly.

In the end I decided the gravity of our group was due to the fact they were all viciously hungover. It didn't take a genius to spot it. Their eyes were red and they were talking in low voices. I was probably the worst of them all, although my hangover was tied into the emotional side as well. Hangovers with feelings were the fucking worst. There was a reason I'd tried not to feel them for so longer, they were a pain in the ass.

It was decided on low murmurs that we'd go get some breakfast while we waited for the brothers, and that they'd just meet us there.

"Do you want to text Cam where we're going?" asked Clara.

Before I could stop myself, I grimaced, but I could only hope the rest thought it was because of the clear voice she spoke in that really did sound atrociously loud. She was the only one of us that hadn't gone out last night and was showing it by being irritatingly cheerful. "My cell is dead," I lied smoothly. It wasn't a big one, at least.

Clara eyed me thoughtfully, obviously considering my words. How could she possibly know I was lying about that? However she didn't confront me about it. In the end she just pulled out her own phone, tapping away at the screen while we shuffled out of the lobby and into the bright afternoon sun. I was all the sudden unspeakably thankful for the sunglasses I'd had on the top of my head as I slipped them protectively over my eyes.

When an arm slipped through mine, I had to resist the urge to groan. I was trying to save up any energy I had for social interactions this morning for when I saw the brothers. That was kind of the priority. I was trying to not be annoyed at myself for letting them become the priority, and that was taking too much energy as well.

Yet I couldn't exactly shove Danni off me without an explanation.

The concerned expression she fixed me was enough that I reconsidered pushing her away. The look was all big eyes and pursed lips. "I didn't get to catch up with you after you three got kicked out of the bar last night –"

"Three of you got kicked out of a bar?!" exclaimed Clara, spinning around on her heel in front of us.

Her voice was loud enough that it had the rest of us grimacing.

"Who were the other two?" she questioned suspiciously, ignoring the groans of complaint.

I narrowed my eyes witheringly at her. "Who do you think?"

"Dear god," she muttered jadedly, "You three are going to give me a heart attack."

When she spun around to lead the group to breakfast restaurant, I raised my eyes at her back, noting the fact she was the only person that seemed to be able to more than shuffle. After a moment I decided against telling her about the bar fight. I'd prefer to see her reaction when the Harrison boys walked in later.