R U Mine? - The Vamps Fanfiction

Chapter 41 - What's happened?

When we had arrived back at the house the guys were all in Tris’ room.

As James and I walked into the room we saw that they were lying on his bed with a laptop in front of them.

“Hey” Brad looked up and smiled at me.

“Who is that?” A voice said from the laptop.

“James and Emily.” Tristan answered.

“I’ll just go downstairs for a while.” I said quickly, shutting the door behind me.

I assumed that they were on skype with someone and it was obviously important. I didn’t want to cause a nuisance and get in the way so it would be best if I left them to get on with things.

I went down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbed a biscuit from the tin in one of the many cupboards and leant against the counter. I stared out of the window whilst I ate my biscuit before venturing off into the other parts of the house.

I hadn’t had a proper chance to look around the house since I had been here, so I walked around, peering through various doors.

I opened one particular door to see a set of stairs leading down somewhere. I flicked on the light switch which was situated to my right on the wall, and slowly walked down the steps into the room. I immediately recognized it from various covers that the boys had done on YouTube.

I was in Tristan’s garage which had been converted for him to play his drums in.

I gazed around the room and my eyes were drawn to an electric guitar in one of the corners.

I picked it up and held the smooth instrument in my hand, before putting the strap over my body and gliding my fingers up and down the neck, placing them in the formation of the chord of G moments later.

I tried to remember one of the songs that Sophie had taught me over Skype and I managed to play the basic chords to five colours in her hair by Mcfly.

I started to hum along to the song, trying out different strumming patterns.

I heard sounds coming from behind me and I turned around to see Brad.

He was standing in the middle of the room, staring at me.

“Sorry. I got bored.” I said and took off the guitar, placing it gently back into its stand.

Brad started to exit the garage and I ran to catch up with him, because he was already at the top of the stairs by the time I had put down the guitar.

I turned off the light switch as I left and made a grab for Brad’s hand but he flinched and moved it out of my reach.

Why did he do that?

Why hasn't he said anything to me?

“So that’s all sorted then?” The voice from the laptop said as we entered Tris’ room.

The boys said goodbye to the mystery person and James got up and put the laptop onto the desk at the other end of the room. He then walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge.

“Who was that then?” I asked.

“Joe.” Brad replied, gloomily.

I leant against the doorframe, thoughts running through my head.

Why did he look so sad? What had happened?

Brad and I linked eye contact as I looked around the room and he immediately shifted his eyes to the ground.

“Have I...done…something…wrong?” I questioned everyone.

“Not, not at all.” James said.

“Why was Joe phoning?” I continued to ask him.

“He was just explaining to us about future events that we are taking place in.”

“What kind of events?”

“Well, for starters, we are going to America, LA to be more precise, for about a month, maybe more. Joe has planned for us to go and stay in London until just before Christmas as we have little shows around the city. We will be leaving at the end of this week. Then after that, in the new year, we are opening for Taylor Swift and The Wanted.

“Oh…” I sighed.

I glanced over at Brad but I couldn’t see his face as he had his head bowed over so much that all I could see was a mop of curly brown hair.

“So how long will you be away then?” I asked.

“Well it will be about four to five months all together because we have many other little shows and concerts as well.”

Brad suddenly shot up from the beanbag that he was sitting on and swung open the door before running out of the room.

“I better go and see what’s wrong.” I said, my heart racing.

“No.” Tris shouted, startling me.

He leapt off of the bed and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“I think you had better stay here.”