Who's Your Daddy? || 5sos

Prologue

The series of events that had led up to me being in that particularly sleepy corner of Sydney were one so absurd that I later wondered how the hell it had happened.

You could say it started in the sultry summer of 2015. It was the dead of night, and just below freezing. I was only dressed in summer clothes, but who the hell knew it would be freezing in June?

I was bloody confused and cold. I didn't really know anything about Australia, and how I'd ended up in the capital. I was aiming for Brisbane, but was far from it. I hardly had any money left, and was hoarding it for a train ticket. So, I'd skipped meals 2 days in a row, and Jesus, was I feeling the repercussions of that decision. I'd gone longer without food, but I guess I'd pushed myself too far.

I was in the middle of trudging my way down this little path. I tried to keep away from main roads, and I'm pretty sure I wound up lost. I had just about no clue which direction I was even headed in. When I suddenly felt faint.

I was only carrying the two items I had to my name, but suddenly, they felt like they were made of lead. I sat myself down fast, knowing my body and its unpredictability. My legs were wobbly and I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. I felt lousy, and the cold wasn't helping either.

I was sitting there feeling sorry for myself, and thought I may just black out. Wouldn't that be grand? Then some runner or little kid would find me and call the cops. Fantastic. The last thing I needed was the police on my tail-

"Um, hello?"

As soon as I heard a voice, I turned to it, wielding the switch blade I had so masterfully hidden in my boot.

The person on the other end of my blade held up his hands in surrender. He looked absolutely scared stiff, and it almost made me pity the poor bastard.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said in a somewhat calm voice. I could tell I'd given him a good scare though; a calm voice wouldn't have shook that much.

"What d'you want? I don't mind cutting yer week into nine days, lad," I replied, jabbing the blade toward his face.

He jerked back, and when he spoke this time, there was no pretense of calamity in his voice. "I was j-just wondering—wondering if you n-needed help."

I looked at him suspiciously, saying nothing.

He gulped, looking about ready to pee himself, when someone else spoke from behind him.

"Don't hurt him, please. My brother's a bit of an idiot, but he really isn't going to hurt you."

I was temporality winded by yet another stranger I didn't know was there. She stepped up closer, and at first I thought I was seeing doubles. Whoever this girl was, she looked the exact same as the boy I was currently holding a knife to.

I really thought I was hallucinating for a second. I was starting to catch up with feeling lousy again, and everything seemed to move slower. I blinked once and felt myself teeter over. The pavement met my head with a funny crack, and fireworks shot off into the sky.

In a second, they were both right over me, but I couldn't see either of them too well, the fireworks were in the way. Right then their faces began to swirl. I heard voices, but they sounded far away, like they weren't near me at all. Suddenly I felt real light, and someone get really close to me, but my eyes rolled up into my head and I was out like a light.

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"Calum, put her on the couch!"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Someone said, but they sounded much closer than the other voice. I finally opened my eyes and looked up at a stranger.

The person looked down at me with big brown eyes and concern written all over their face.

I think they said something to me, but all I could hear was a loud ringing sound. Whoever it was, had their skin pressed against mine, and they were radiating heat.

I felt myself being lowered and the loss of warmth. I almost missed it. I was so tired I didn't even think to be alarmed about the situation I had gotten myself into. I sure felt lousy. A blanket was gently placed over me, and that's when I dropped off.