Chapter 47 - Come with me.

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"Liam, I'm coming over

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"Liam, I'm coming over." I said though the phone and with that, I hung up. I know where they are, as I can feel so. They're in the actual studio, where we used to play when rehearsing or doing songs when we were assigned to be a group. I threw myself inside my car and drove there.

I don't know what exactly happened, well they have been stressed all day out and I knew something was wrong. When I arrived, I quickly made my way up to the floor where the are as I struggled a bit. Honestly, the alcohol is taking over me togeehr with the other acids as I couldn't think that straight and get all of my sight blurry. But I am sober enough to get this on point. I knocked a few times at the door, and soon opened with Louis. He greets me with a hug and weakly smiles at me. He gestured me in and saw the other boys seating on the couch with frowns on their faces.

"What happened?" Was all I asked once I took a seat opposite them.

"It all happened too quickly, he did nothing but tried to torture us then he quits. We have no idea why, but he's not worth it." Harry explains. This is what I'm really scared of. He always does this, torturing them and giving them death threats. The boys' weakness are their families and love ones, and he somewhat try to scare them which is really unhealthy.

"That jackass." I hissed.

"Its okay now, Halse. We're glad he's gone though. We're just worried about our career. No one would threatened to manage us, the staff are freaking out too!" Niall exclaims. That made me think. I got to be honest, when Leon was out on and off and been leaving me on my own for his other deals, I self-manage myself with the help of my crew. They can either do that or...

"Come with me." I said, making them pul out a shocked and confused face.

"Halse, you know we can't do that right." Louis chuckles nervously.

"Anything is possible. I can call off a deal contraction to the music industry or we can have same schedules, I can change that." I stated.

"Yeah, but-" Liam enters as I cut him off.

"Or we can be a group. You know, a band. I don't want to push you, but if you want to. I mean, we've been having our music together and shows for so many years now, its not bad." I assured.

"Halsey, w-we don't know." Liam sighs.

"I mean, its not gonna be that easy for us but for you it was definitely is. One member had left the band, and we have our life plans too. We had to think and concentrate on what's looking forward to us and pour our besest." Liam said.

I frowned at the thought that they still hasn't recovered from Zayn leaving the band (this tho) although they are contented, it feels empty. Something's missing. I am a really close close friend of Zayn too, but when he left us we never talked ever since. I'm still upset about him leaving but of course we understand.

"We're so sorry, love. Please understand." Harry smiled sympatheticly at me as I nodded.

"Of course, I understand." I said. I'm just trying my best to help, but I guess I wasn't.

"Thanks for coming, uh do you want anything?" Louis asks.

"No thanks, I'm fine." I replied.

"What happened to you?" Niall laughs a little as he noticed my amusing appearance. I look horribly tired and silly, I've got so many party streamers around my denim jacket, my shirt a little messy with tiny stains and my hair's alright but mess as well.

"We're quite having a wild party at my flat last night." I giggled with a yawn.

"Looks like you're tired, boo." Harry chuckles.

"Yeah, I should get going now." I nodded with another yawn.

"Do you need a ride?" Liam asked.

"No, I can do it myself. Not a baby." I joked.

They said their goodbyes as they waved at me. I reached for the door and stopped then turned around,

"You guys should self-manage your band. Its fun and its freedom." I advised.

"Yeah, sounds like a great idea." Louis nods, togethr with the other boys agreeing. With that, I left the studio and drove home.

As is as parked at my porch on the sidewalk, I tiredly put my head on the steering wheel and resting my hands on my lap. I groaned heavily and blinked the few tears that's forming in my eyes, thinking;

I'm just trying to help...
Why people are trying to push me off?

They were so precious and they could've even accept my help. I wanted the best for them and with that, I mean for their own good. But guess what Halsey? You don't tell them what to do, idiot! What they want is what they want.. You can't force them, jus let it go. I though. I slammed the steering wheel making a honk of a noise. I sighed heavily and slumped my shoulders. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my window. I looked up and its Andrea. I Stepped out of the car and stood on front of her.

"Sup?" She asked with squinted eyes and she looked terrible and hung over.

"Morning, dumb head. Sober?" I teased as I remember the last time I checked what time it is. 5 in the freaking morning. We finished at 3am and I went to the boys at 4, and now its five and I'm terribly tired.

"Sober? Fuck, my head's pounding like hell!" She hissed as she closed her eyes in pain.

"Come on, let me get you some pain killers." I sighed, leading her inside the house seeing the others spreaded allover the couches and to the floors sleeping stupidly. Drunk peeps are funny, okay?

"Oh the others are on the spare rooms, if you don't mind." Andrea mumbled. I just shrugged, them I saw Jorile making breakfast already, how sweet.

"Breakfast anyone?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.

"No thanks. I'm ticking tired." I groaned as he puts his arms up in defense.

I grabbed some pain killers and a bottled water from the cupboards and from the fridge as Andrea followed me upstairs. She sat on the edge of my bed as she gulped them.

"Thanks. What are you doing out earlier though? Joriel panicked a little, he thought you slept out the streets." She peers in, laughing to her statement.

"Just went a quick duty from the boys, their manager quited." I said.

"That stupid dumbass?" She asked then I nodded.

"Oh my god, why?!" She says in amusement.

"Long story short. Then I realized that I spent four hours traveling around with not so sober minds. I mean, look at me! I'm a mess." I exclaimed.

"Alright fine, you're just trying to get my ass off your room. I'll let you rest." She laughs. I shooked my head and insisted as she told her eyes.

"Do you want me to ring Brad up so you can have cuddles later on?" She suggested as I nodded my head eagerly.

"Yeas, please." I smiled.

"You know you can have cuddles with me." She grins, typing on her phone.

"Nah, you stink! And your hugs are awful!" I stuck out a tongue as she thows a pillow at me. To be honest, she's the sweetest.

"There done. Sweet dreams, idiot." She smirked them left the room.

"Eye balls!" I shouted, knowing she'd be mad by the tease. I got to admit, her eyes are beautiful but sometimes it gets big. Suddenly, I hear a scream coming from her as she couldn't take the tease. I laughed softly and felt my eyes getting heavier and soon drifts off to sleep.

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