I'll Be Damned if You're the Death of Me (Ben Bruce/Asking Alexandria)

Dover

***Blair's POV***

The flight all the way to Europe was horrid. I refused to speak to anyone other than James and Andy. I trusted that James wouldn't do that to me, and I knew my own brother wasn't a sick fuck. The ride was long, and filled with Danny and Ben trying to talk to me about Dover. At this point, I was almost positive that Dover had to have been in Asking Alexandria. The only weird thing was that Dover's voice wasn't British.

After the stressful flight, we landed and hopped in our UK busses to take us to our hotel for the next two nights. I was given my own room, luckily, because I wanted the two nights to get away from the guys. Andy and James dropped me off at my room, and I lugged my bags into the room. James left for his own room and Andy followed me inside, closing the door behind him.

"If you need me, the band's in the room to your right. If you need the AA guys, they're in the room to your left," He rubbed his neck.

"Thanks, Andy," I shrugged and smiled, throwing my bags onto the bed.

"Look, about this Devin guy," Andy started but I cut him off.

"It's Dover," I said.

"Dover. Well, are you really sure that he's on the tour?" He asked nervously.

"Didn't Danny and Ben make it pretty obvious that he's on the tour? They both admitted to be in on it," I sneered.

"Don't be too mad, Blair," Andy mumbled. "Doesn't seem like the guy meant to hurt you,"

"Easy for you to say Andy. Do you know who it is too?" I whined.

"No, I actually don't. But when you find out, I'd like to know. Especially if it's someone I'm close to," Andy explained, stepping back, closer to the door.

"I'm sure he'll give up soon enough," I waved it away.

"Alright, I'll see you later Blair. I'm going down to the pool. Bye," Andy waved to me and left the room. I sighed and walked into the bathroom, looking into the mirror.

I took out my phone and eyed Dover's contact. It made me upset to think that I never knew who I was texting. Whoever he was, he'd made me happy. I would've trusted him with anything. I would've given anything to see him, but I had been seeing him everyday; I just didn't know who I was looking at.

I heard a knock on the door and set my phone down on the counter. It was most likely Andy again. I groaned and left my phone behind, walking towards the door. I looked in the peephole and saw Cameron standing with Sam. I was in no mood to speak to anyone, but I opened the door.

"Come over here, quickly," Sam grabbed me and lurched me away from the door before I could even shut it behind me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I coughed as Cam grabbed my other arm and the two of them began to pull me down the hallway, past their room.

"You need to come here," Cameron yanked my arms and I gave up and walked with them as they dragged me.

"I'm coming! What do you want?!" I grumbled in annoyance. I wanted a night to myself, and that was not what I was getting.

"No questions," Sam locked my arm in his and we continued to walk down the hall until my face was inches from a wall.

"Why am I staring at a wall?" I groaned at them.

"Just, look at the paint job!" Cameron awed at the wall and I rolled my eyes.

"They did smashing!" Sam nodded, trying to get me to agree. They were just yellow walls. Nothing was special.