My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 42 - The reason

Hello! ❤️❤️
Slowly getting back on tracks, even though the work is still the same. I hope you're having an amazing day/night. Love you! ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
"She's fine, mister Fong. You can take her home," the doctor assured my father, not really calming me down.

"Tell us what happened!" My father asked firmly.

"It was only dehydration. Please, make sure she drinks enough water next time, but other than this she's really healthy."

I felt the heavy rock falling down, as I breathed out relieved. Anxiety left me immediately, as I knew my mum was alright. We all were happy about it.

The door opened, there went my mum with doctor and some nurse. She smiled at us, tiredly, but happy at the same time.

"I'm sorry I worried you," she greeted us, my father took her from the doctor.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere else?" My mum asked me, reminding me what I promised to Jonathan.

"Fuck!" I breathed out, hearing a giggles from the young ones.

I pulled out the phone, calling him. But he didn't answered it even on the fifth try.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Go, Evan. There's no use of you, I'll escort her home," my father said, sending me assuring smile.

"Alright. Once again, congratulations to both of you," I smiled at my cousin, almost running out of the hospital.

I tried to call Jonathan once again, fearing the worst. I couldn't even imagine how betrayed he had to feel.

I fucking promised! But Sydney said she would call him, why isn't he answering the call?

E: Jonathan! I'm on my way, please hold on a few more minutes. My mum fainted, we needed to get her to hospital.

I called the taxi, drove to the hotel. I almost run to my hotel room, bashing on the door.

"Jonathan! Jonathan, it's me. Please, open the door," I called, ignoring a few people walking passed by me.

"Please! Please, I'm sorry. I'm here."

I need the card to get inside.

I ran downstairs to receptionist. He was on his phone, not really minding the things around him.

"Excuse me? I... I lost the card to my room," I informed him, getting his attention.

"What's your name?" He replied, chewing on his bubblegum.

"Evan Fong," I answered, getting impatient each passing second.

"You have two rooms. Which one?" He asked annoyed.

"Both."

"Here you go," he handed me the card.

I ran upstairs again, swiping the card with my shaking hands. As I walked in, I immediately switched the lights on, only to meet the disappointment. I walked through the rooms, but he wasn't there.

His room. That would make sense.

I went to his room, but he wasn't there either. I got worried, not knowing where he was or where he went.

What if something happened to him on the way here? What if he got kidnaped?!

I walked downstairs to the receptionist again, hoping he would have given me some answers.

"What?" He raised his eyes from the phone at me.

"Have you... have you seen this man?" I showed him the picture of Jonathan, one of the many I took in the forest.

"Yep. He went to the bar."

I nodded my head, walking to the hotel bar. I looked through the room, seeing everyone but Jonathan.

"Hey, have you seen this guy?" I asked the bar man, showing him the same picture.

"Yes. He looked upset and sad. Some other dude met him here, and they walked away together. It's like a twenty minutes ago."

Other dude?? What other dude? Luke? I need to talk with Sydney.

I felt like my heart was grasped by the iron hand, slowly squeezing it. I couldn't even properly breath, so worried about him.

"Sydney!" I greeted her, going to Jonathan's room in case he would have returned back.

"Evan, hey! How's your mum?" She replied slightly worried.

"She's fine, it was dehydration. What did Jonathan say exactly?" I asked, sitting down o the bed.

"What? What are you talking about? I'm not with Jonathan," she replied.

"I know. But you were suppose to call him and tell him I was in the hospital," I said something she was well aware of.

"Oh, that... uhm... I... of course! I talked with him. He said he would wait in his room," she said, getting confident with each sentence.

"Well he wasn't. He walked with some dude, he's not answering his phone. I'm so worried!" I complained.

"Should I call?" Sydney tried, her voice filled with concerns.

"No, that's fine. I'm going to try it one more time," I said, calming mainly myself.

"Let me know!"

I took a deep breath, after she hung up. My hands were already shaking and my courage with hope slowly vanishing. I couldn't even imagine what was going to happen now.

I dialed his number, praying so he could have answer it. I just wanted to make sure he was ok, he was save.

"Hey!"

The voice that I heard wasn't Jonathan's, which made my heart stop. I heard a music in the background, too many voices at once.

"Where's Jonathan?" I asked.

"Oh, he's quite busy on the dancing floor. Man, he's really good!" The man said, while my mind recalled a memory of me and him dancing.

"Can I talk to him? It's really important," I tried, hoping for the best.

"I don't know. He was pretty pissed at you," the man replied, and I sighed.

"Please," I begged him.

I heard some noises, before familiar voice snapped at me.

"What do you want?"

"Jonathan! Where are you?" I asked, nervously tapping my fingers on my thigh.

"I hope you're having fun, Evan. Because I'm truly hurt," Jonathan replied, his voice filled with venom.

"What? Hurt? What are you talking about? My mum-"

"I was fucking waiting for your ass! 2 hours! You made me wait 2 hours, even though you promised. Your prank worked well," he informed me.

"I'm so sorry, Jonathan, I really am. But I-" I wanted to finally explained what was going on, but he didn't let me.

"I don't care. Look, you can stop pretending. And don't worry about me getting home, I ran to an old friend."

Oliver!

"Jonathan! Is that Oliver? Have you met Oliver?" I asked him terrified.

"Like you fucking care. And even if, that's really none of your business anymore. I'm not your employee, I'm not living with you, I'm nothing to you. Farewell."

"No, Jonathan wait! I lo-"

I love you.