Nowhere Boys (5sos Fanfic)

Chapter 9

(Isabella's P.O.V) (oohhhh exciting)

That flipping rat was massive! Not gonna lie, it scared the crap out of me. Where the fudge did it come from!? I swear if there are more in here ima sleep with a shot gun. Don't know where I'm gonna find one, but I'm sure a drunk downstairs would lend me one.

I sighed as I grabbed my bag off the ground from its spot beside the door. I guess I dropped it there when that rat ran at me. I hoicked the bad onto the furthest double bed, rummaging through its contents for a pair of clothes to wear. Considering it was only two in the afternoon, I better change into day clothes and go in search of food.

I threw on a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a light pink crop top, then, deeming it worthy enough for the outside world, I slipped on my black vans and plopped back down on the bed.

"What's taking Emma so long?" I asked no one in particular.

"I think she just needs to relax for a bit. She's proper stressed out after the flashback, it really hit her hard, seeing the boys get beat up like that and not being able to help them." Harper replied, clearing upset about the subject. Harper was always extremely close to Michael, so now he's not around, she's sorta lost. She doesn't know what to do with herself now. I mean sure she still smiles and laughs occasionally, we all do, but the hurt and sorrow is still clear in her eyes. She misses him so much.

I miss Ashton. He was always like an older brother to me, always there when I felt down. Even though I have never heard his voice, I knew he cared about us. Being the oldest of the boys, it was a natural instinct to feel protective over the boys and us girls. I can only imagine what it must be like for Emma.

I heard a slight clicking sound coming from the bathroom door, which thankfully, was Emma unlocking the door and not another massive rat, ready to terrorise me. I watched as she walked out of the door, steam clouding around behind her, and make her way over to the bed I was lying on. She looked a mess. Her blonde hair was a soaking mess. The black bags under her eyes were unmistakably visible, making her look ten times worse.

"You feeling alright?" I asked cautiously, well aware that she could break down at any moment.

She didn't answer right away, which scared me, because whenever she went quiet, she was trying to control her emotions and bottle them all up.

"Emma?" I whispered timidly, well aware that she was extremely close to breaking point.

And sure enough, I could here the pain in her voice when she replied.

"I just miss him so much" She exclaimed, letting the sobs escape and rack her body with each gasp of air. That was it. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She cried into my arms, mumbling incoherent words every now and then, hot tears streaming down her face.

I watched as she cried for the boys. For Luke. For us, and what was to come. And for everything that has been happening. All I could do was comfort her in her time of need, telling her that everything was going to be alright.

After half an hour, the sobs had subsided to little sniffles. I sat there, hugging the dear life out of her, making sure she knew that we were all here for her. The other girls knew to give Emma her space when she broke down, so that she didn't think that she was weak. So they went downstairs to the bar a while ago, to "scope out" the area.

What they were really up to was probably getting drunk and dancing on top of the pool table singing karaoke. And by the yelling going on downstairs, I wouldn't be surprised if that was their intentions.

I turned back to Emma as she gave me a shy smile.

"Awe come here" I cooed. She was always cute and cuddly when she was worn out. "Would you like to come down stairs and see what the girls are up to?" I asked.

"Ok" was what she replied with.

And with that we made our way out the door and down the stair well of the third floor. Once we got to the second floor, the shouts from downstairs could be heard a lot clearer. We walked past the reception desk, with no old lady behind it, and went down the second flight of stairs to the bar.

When we reached the floor of the bar, I nearly snorted in amusement, as Emma started cracking up beside me. There, standing on the pool table, was Scarlett and Harper, drunk out of their minds, singing Good Girls at the top of their lungs.... Everything was gonna be alright.