Kidnapped By Will?! | Kiingtong

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Erica POV

My hand reaches for my phone once again to see if he's replied.

He hasn't.

I allow my fingers to run through my hair once more, untangling all the messy knots that were once there. The sound of silence fills my room as I comtemplate what to do next. I mentally list a few things by the top of my head before crossing them all out.

All I need is to talk to him.

Will.

I need to talk to Will.

It's been days since I've sent him the text, he's seen it, but he hasn't replied, and that's what scares me the most. I was surprised myself, not only for him, but for me as well. I was surprised that I still had his number engraved into my phone but I was also surprised that he hasn't replied to me yet.

Surprised or Worried?

Shut up brain.

Yeah sure, it's been a few months that we last encountered and the last time we talked, we had a massive fight, but hey, there's always room for improvement.

Lots and lots of improvement.

I called Sean earlier today, just to check up on him, I was starting to get worried about him as well but then I saw his channel and how much he's been uploading and how he's got a new girlfriend, I'm happy for him, he deserves her.

Basically, I called him because as much as I hated him, I really needed to talk to someone and he was the second closest friend I had that was near.

So we talked over the phone for a while, basically catching up, most of the time we were apologising for the mistakes from the past but all's good now. We're friends again and I'm glad that we've retained that friendship.

But at this point in time, all I'm waiting and wanting is Will.

Yes, I hate him with a passion, but I miss him. I miss seeing him, I miss his British voice appearing from Team speak, Skype or even in real life. I miss how he would get protective over the tiniest things, I miss how adorable he was. That was the Will that I learned to love and when that love was gone, I must admit that I felt empty, it felt like I got ripped apart.

It's not like I instantly love him again, I'm not one of those soppy love girls, I just miss him. As a friend, I just want to relive and revive our friendship. Because in the end, he's still my idol, and being friends with your idol is one of the things that you would think would ever happen, so it's important to hold onto those types of things, and yet there I was, being selfish and taking those things for granted.

I wouldn't be too worried about him, but he hasn't been active and that's what's killing me inside. Nobody knows what happened to him and his fans are getting worried. It's like he never existed.

So that's how I texted him.

But he hasn't texted back.

My mind battles as I lie on my bed, telling me that I should call him again, well, one side is, the other side is screaming at me that I shouldn't! Telling me that I fell for him twice. And that twice is enough.

But one side is telling me to take a chance, take a risk, that he forgot about texting me back and that third time's a charm, so I should just go for it!

I'm conflicted and I have no idea what decision I'm going to make. Another part says I should sleep or eat since I've been cutting off on both recently, but I instantly swat that part away.

Arissa and Jordan have gone camping together, "Helps the baby," Arissa told me, but I fail to see how sleeping on bare floor outside is ever going to help pregnancy, I let them go though, however I knew that they're staying at a hotel, 'getting to know each other' either way, I don't care, it's their lives, not mine.

I pick up my phone once more, letting my hands feel the cool metal of the device, fingers grazing over the rough sides and marks that I've left when I've dropped it multiple times.

More time passes by and the next thing I know I'm unlocking the phone.

Fuck it.

I press call and the next thing I know I'm hearing a voice.

"Hello?" The accent is thick and strong, morning voice clear, indicating that he just woke up.

"We need to talk, Will, right now."

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