Got a secret, Can you keep it? (Jiall)

Chapter 24

Justin's POV

4 weeks later.

It had been a few weeks since all the drama with Frank.

I had enough courage to tell Scooter, my mum and the police everything that had happened.

But Frank hadn't been found.

I basically begged Scooter to give me a busy schedule.

I needed my mind occupied, so other than opening concerts for One Direction, I also had my own Concerts set up.

Every night of the week I was busy. And sadly, I even kept too busy to see Niall at points.

I didn't want to make Niall feel like he had to look after me, so the busy schedule was to help him relax too.

During the days I was busy meeting people for things like Donating, and I also kept busy writing songs with my record label.

I barely slept, ate or took a break.

I didn't want one.

I was beyond exhausted, but this helped keep my mind busy, and off the subject of Frank.

"Justin?" Alfredo, someone I didn't expect to see, walked in.

"Hey?" I raised a brow.

At the moment I was in Atlanta, Georgia, at the studio.

I didn't make time to see friends or family, and I had to fly out a lot since I still had concerts and meetings to attend.

"Scooter told me you were here, and I thought I should check up on you." Alfredo swallowed.

Although I only told my mum, Scooter, the police, and Niall what had happened a month or so ago, nearly everyone heard the story and know what happened.

"I'm a bit busy..." I pointed to the paper in front of me, filled with lyrics.

"I brought some Chinese." Alfredo ignored my sign of asking him to leave, holding up a paper bag.

"I'm not hu-"

"You need to eat." Alfredo cut me off, sitting beside me.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"What are you doing here, Fredo?" I asked, rubbing my temples.

"You're my friend, Justin. I want to see you." He replied, smiling.

"No you didn't. Obviously Scooter sent you to check on me. I'm nineteen, I can look after myself." I said, annoyed.

Alfredo slammed his fist down, startling me a little.

I raised a brow, noticing his teeth were clenched.

"That's just it, Justin!" Alfredo spat, glaring at me, "You aren't looking after yourself! You've pushed yourself to the max, your face is pale, your lips are dry. You look like a damn corpse. This isn't looking after yourself."

"I'm fine, what is wrong with you?" I rolled my eyes.

"You haven't eaten, nor drank anything. You have barely been home to rest. I know you've had a bad time, a really horrible time the past few weeks, but I can't allow you to do this to yourself. You're not Justin anymore." Alfredo sighed, softening his gaze.

I swallowed, standing up, "Why come here? What do you expect from me?"

"I expect you to eat... drink... fucking sleep." Alfredo cursed.