All because of you... [Sam Bettley fan fiction]

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The next day 

10AM 

(Hazel POV)

A light knocking on the hotel door woke Hazel up from her sleep, she was in a daze now, sat up and looking around, trying to remember where she was. 
Then as the door knocked again, she came to her senses and quickly stood up to answer the door, in just a white vest and checkered pj bottoms.

As she opened the door, an elderly lady wearing posh clothing stood there, smiling lightly at her. "I'm sorry for interrupting your sleep ma'am, but I was informed that you arrived quite late last night, and I just wanted to greet you and inform you that the breakfast you ordered last night also is being cooked as we speak. It should be done very soon." 

Hazel raised her eyebrows and gasped. "I'm so sorry. I completely forgot that I had ordered the breakfast, I'll be down right away. Thank-you for waking me." 
The female nodded and smiled at her, then turned and made her way back down the corridor as Hazel quickly closed the door, locked it and proceeded to get dressed for the day. 

She had no idea what she'd be doing, she didn't even know where she was, and she didn't really want to know, she felt like it would ruin this experience of freedom for her. 

Meanwhile...

(Sam POV)

"So, you mean to tell me. Your bird took off for no reason, and you have no idea where she is and she will not pick up her phone?" Danny asked me, now chewing on the pencil he had been twirling about for the past hour.

"Yes. I'm starting to worry. I'm going to ask at the bus station later today if they could show me some CCTV footage of around the time she left, or if they know her." I replied. 

I was honestly starting to feel like something bad had happened to her, and if something had happened, I would never forgive myself for leaving her to go back home to her band. The people who not ago she would be pleased to see whenever, but I let her go back to them even though she didn't feel like doing so. 
I said everything would be okay if they just tried to come to an agreement with eachother of some sort, but no, everything had gone totally wrong, and I just felt like it was all of my fault.

"Sam, mate. I bet you she's just gone somewhere to relax and calm down. I have known her for pretty much the whole of my life, she's strong, such a good fighter, you really think she'd do anything to harm herself, or let others harm her? She'll come back soon." Danny said, now getting up from his seat and heading past me to the kitchen, patting my back on the way. 

I sighed, leaning back into the seat and rubbing my eyes, I hadn't slept correctly since she'd been missing, I just had this horrible feeling. But Danny was right on that, Hazel was a strong girl, she would be the last person on earth to do something silly to harm herself or to let anyone touch her. 
But I just couldn't shake the urge of wanting to find her, I'd have to go looking for her, because what if she'd taken off and not even bothered thinking first? You know, she could be on the street for all I knew. 

An hour later

(Hazel POV)

"Excuse me, but are you Hazel Whitmore?" A girl with wildly teased pink hair asked me. 
I smiled a little and nodded, although right now I wanted to be someone different. I didn't want to face the world as myself. I just wanted to be free, but I guess if I'm in a band and I'm dating another band member, I'll be recognized a lot. 
"Oh my gosh! I fucking love your band and I think you and Sam are such a cute couple, I love Asking Alexandria too, my friend here is like THE biggest fan though and she loves Sam a lot too." Screamed the girl, I had only just caught what she said, she was talking so fast and using so many hand gestures, that it left me stunned and confused, but I smiled anyway. 

I looked at the girl who claimed she loved Sam also, and that she was the biggest fan. I smiled at her, I could tell she didn't want to meet me, she only wanted to meet Sam. She had wavy brown hair, purple converse, patterned black tights, black shorts, an AA shirt on and a Queen's fleet jacket. 
The girl gave me a small smile back, I couldn't tell if it was fake, or she did it because she was embarrased by the way her colourful friend was acting. 

"Would you mind taking a photo with them?" An older female with them asked. She looked in her late thirties, probably one of their mum's. 
I smiled and shook my head, sorting my hair out a little as they setted the camera up. 
Of course I wanted to say no and walk away, perhaps go back to the hotel and lock myself away until it was time for me to head back home again, but another part of me, the kind part didn't care. I just wanted to be there for fans a lot of the time. 

The woman took the photo and smiled at me, pulling the girls away from me. "Thank-you." She said. 
The two girls also smiled and waved, saying goodbye as they walked away. 

"It's alright, see ya!" I called after them, playing a fake cheery voice on. 

I then decided to head around the town a little more, to look through different shops, take a few photographs of the scenery and older buildings. I needed to relax for a little while. 

1PM

(Sam POV)

I sighed, taking a sip of coffee whilst logging into Twitter, this is mainly what I did when I was off. I would check on everything. 
I clicked my interactions, and a tweet that caught my eye straight away was from 2 hours ago from a fan. 

"Just met @SamAfuckingA's girlfriend, Hazel, she's so pretty and nice!" It said. 
I sat up, clicking onto the photograph, it was taken in a place which didn't look familiar. I sent a DM to this fan, a thing I normally wouldn't do. But I followed her and sent her a DM, asking where it was taken.

7PM

(Hazel POV)

"Good evening Miss Whitmore, did you enjoy your day out?" Asked the elderly worker from this morning, as I walked into the hotel again from my day. I smiled and nodded at her.
Then I headed up to my room, just wanting to eat this food that I had brought and then read a book. 

I unlocked the door and stepped inside, it was dark, as I turned the light on, I noticed something a little out of place, and that was that the bed looked like it had been sat on. This morning I had made the bed, I hadn't sat down again. I frowned, touching the spot, it was still warm, someone must've been in my hotel room. 

I then heard something fall in the bathroom, I gasped and backed away towards the door, I needed to run... 

But I bumped into something, and just as I went to scream, hands clapsed over my mouth, pulling me back.