Nowhere Boys (5sos Fanfic)

Chapter 10

(Harper's P.O.V)

To put it bluntly, I was wasted out of my mind. The last thing I remember was running down stairs with Scarlett to see what was happening in the bar and to leave Emma to have some space. I remembered grabbing a drink that someone handed to me. After that everything was a blur. Scarlett and me dancing, Good Girls coming on the jukebox and me and Scarlett climbing our way up on top of the pool table.

I don't know what was in the drinks I was being handed, but I was on an emotional roller coaster. One second I was a happy a kid on Christmas, shouting lyrics at the top of my lunges, the next I was sour as, death glaring everyone and imagining them with a black eye. But the worst state, the one I was in right now, was me being all sad and sulky.

I was currently sitting in a toilet cubicle with Isabella, drowning in our own sorrow and cheap vodka. We were a sobbing sniffling mess, curled up in balls at either end of the confined space, small wails flying out of our mouths every now and then.

Everything had finally hit me. Usually I was the fun carefree one of our group, without a care in the world. But right now, I was crying desperately wanting Michael right beside me. It may have taken me a year to finally have a good cry about him going missing, but I sure as hell was making up for all the times I didn't break down.

Isabella was sat across from me wailing away to her self, probably feeling the same as me. Everything had finally caught up with me. I realised not everything was okay, the boys weren't okay. They were probably being torchered for the simple fact that Henderson didn't want them. He wanted us.

Why he wants us is not even fathomable at this point. He could be tricking us or dead serious. He could know our exact location right at this moment, and be watching us from around the corner. Flip, he could even be closing in on us right now! And we wouldn't have a clue because we're drunk off our asses, sitting in a toilet cubicle, crying our eyes out.

All this intense thinking somehow sobered me up. That and the fact that we ran out of vodka and I puked all my contense down the toilet an hour ago.

I glanced up and saw that Isabella was fast asleep, lying in a puddle of vodka. I could only hope that it wasn't already consumed and hurled back up seconds later. I scrunched up my nose, slightly disgusted by the reek in the air, gagging slightly when I bent down beside Isabella, trying to hoist her up on her feet.

I finally got her to her feet, and surprisingly she was still fast asleep.

Flip me I've gotta carry her up to our room

I sighed and slung an arm around her waist, placing her head on my shoulder. I dragged her out of the tiny cubicle and out the door of the girls bathroom. I struggled, trying to get her up the stair case and past the reception desk.

When I finally got to our room, I slowly opened the door to reveal Scarlett passed out on the floor, metres from the bed and Emma halfway under the bed covers. I chuckled in amusement at my friends hopelessness and put Isabella on the bed beside Emma, pulling the covers all the way up over the two.

I turned around and groaned in annoyance at Scarlett who was still passed out on the floor.

I guess I have to pick her up too, great.

I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up bridle style. As I was carrying the younger girl to our bed, she started whimpering in her sleep. I rushed her to the bed laying her down as she kept repeating Calum! over and over again.

She was having a night mare.

I sighed, laying down beside Scarlett and hugging her as she kept whimpering in her sleep. All I could do was wait until she woke up. I stroked her hair, wondering what she could possibly be dreaming about.

Was it a flash back type of thing... like the one Emma had.

I was shook from my thoughts when Scarlett sat up straight, scaring the crap out of me. Her eyes were open wide and there was sweat forming on her forehead.

I instantly sat up and hugged her, feeling overprotective of her, but at the same time feeling powerless that I can't stop these things from occurring.

"Are you alright? What happened? What happened to Calum?" I started firing questions at her, not waiting for a response.

"I'm fine! I'm fine! I just had a bad dream... C-calum was there... and so were the boys... we were all back at the den, but... then Henderson came a-and, and he took them. But I couldn't move to help him. I just watched helplessly as them mothertruckers, took him away..." And with that she broke down in my arms, sobbing and wailing.

And at that point, I realised...

We were in for one hell of an emotional rollercoaster...