Chapter 22
(I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22! Everything will be alright if you keep me next to youuu! ... sorry, it just felt right…)
(And for the record, I hate Taylor Swift…)
Ben’s POV
Having to do shows and interviews without Ryan for a week was going to be tough, but the show must go on. As I went on stage that night while Ryan was back at the hotel packing, all I could think about was how Alison was taking this. I was distracted through the whole gig, but I got through it.
As soon as the gig was over, I walked off stage and grabbed my things before walking to Tricia and making sure she was ready to go. I wanted to be back at the hotel when Ali got back just in case.
When we finally got back to the hotel, it was about 11:30 pm and Alison wasn’t back yet. I decided to give her until midnight because that was when she said she would be back. Half an hour later, I was asleep on the sofa with Tricia next to me editing a video. She had woken me up knowing that I’d want to know that Ali wasn’t back yet.
I picked up my phone and dialed her number, waiting three rings before getting an answer.
“Hello?” She asked before giggling.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“Out with Ed and Mike.” She said still giggling.
“Have you been drinking?” I asked.
“Just a bit.” She answered.
“How much is a bit Alison?” I asked.
“A few shots and a few beers.” She answered, “I’m fine Ben, I think I might just crash at Ed’s.”
“Alison May, where the hell are you?” I asked, getting a bit angry.
“Ben I’m fine. I’ll see you in the morning.” She said before hanging up.
I let out a sigh as I brought the phone away from my ear. She was drunk. She was letting go. This was it. This is what I feared happening. She was going back to her old ways. She’d get drunk, pass out, and wake up a mess, finding her only escape in drugs.
“Ben?” Tricia asked from beside me.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Will she be okay?” She asked.
“I don’t know.” I answered as I leaned forward and placed my head in my hands.
And that was the problem. I didn’t know. I had no idea whether she would be okay or not. To say I was worried was an understatement. I was terrified that she would get back into her old ways, and if she did, I didn’t know how I would handle it. Alison is my baby sister and I would do anything for her, but there wasn’t much I could do for her now.
Alison’s POV
At around 2 in the morning, I stumbled out of the pub that Mike, Ed and I had been in to celebrate Ed’s amazing show. Mike hadn’t drank as much as Ed and I had, but Ed also hadn’t drank as much as I did. I was pissed drunk and couldn’t walk straight.
Mike had his arm around my waist, supporting me up as we walked down the street towards Ed’s flat. As we were walking down the street, I swore I saw multiple flashes like a camera, but Ed and Mike said they hadn’t seen it, so I thought maybe I was just being paranoid, or that it was just because I was drunk. As we reached Ed’s flat, we got inside and I collapsed on the sofa before laying my head back and letting out a groan.
Mike let out a laugh as he walked over and sat down next to me.
“Someone can’t handle their alcohol.” He said.
