Why Wait?

19

~~~Cody's hotel room~~~
I slowly sit up and look at the clock.

4:56 A.M.

Austin is going to kill me. Not only did I pass out, Cody didn't take me back. And I don't have my medicine.

I can already feel the moodiness settling in.

"Babe," Cody mutters. "What are you doing?"

I quietly get out of the bed. "I need to get back," I whisper.

He then sits up. "Really?"

I nod. "I told Austin I'd be back by seven. He's going to be super mad."

Cody nods. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around me. "Do you want me to drive you over there?"

I shake my head, kiss in his cheek. "I'll walk. It's only a few minutes away."

"See you tomorrow?"

"That's fine," I say, walking out the door.

The walk to the tour bus was actually a lot shorter than I thought it would be. Austin and the guys were sitting on the couch watching a movie.

Austin looks up and frowns. I cringe, waiting for him to start yelling at me. I don't have my medicine - I seem to not have it lately.

"It's past seven," he says rather calmly.

"I know," I mutter. "We fell asleep watching movies."

He rolls his eyes. "Do you just try to get me more mad on purpose?"

I set my jaw and head towards the door.

"Are you guys doing anything tomorrow?" he calls.

I turn to face him. "Yeah," I say, leaning against the door.

His brows furrow. "Are you okay?"

I nod. "I'm just really tired right now."

He nods. "You should probably sleep."

I roll my eyes and head to the tour bus.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I stop to look at it.

Did you get back okay?

I smile and confirm that I am safely at the arena. I spot one of Austin's guitars and my eyes narrowed. "Were you playing?"

He shakes his head. "I was buying more for the band."

I don't say anything. He hasn't played his guitar in years. There's no way he was just 'buying some for the band. His band is as rich as he is. They can buy it themselves.

"Alright," I say after a while. "Well, I'm going to bed."

He nods, going back to the movie.

I glanced at the guitar once more before heading to the tour bus.

~~~bathroom~~~
Austin bands on the door again. "Kelli, it starts in an hour."

I sit with my back against the door. "Just go without me," I croak, my throat burning.

I hear him sigh. "I can't just leave you here."

"Go," I snap. "I'll be fine."

He stays silent for a while. "Um... Okay," he says uncertainly. "Do you want me to leave someone hear with you?"

I don't say anything, going back to the toilet.

When I finally come out, I was feeling slightly sick.