6 Hours ( A Nash Grier Fan-Fic / Features All Magcon Boys)

Chapter 10: Two Thousand

     At least 2,000. At least 2,000 people swarmed the in the parking lot and lobby. Most were crying. A few were enraged. And some just like me, stood in confusion. I pushed through the mob and tried to get to a quieter place so I could think to myself. It took me about an hour to get to where I wanted to be. This morning it took me minutes. I sat against the fence where we slept. I was partially hoping he would still be here. Of course not. I want to find him, but it's basically impossible. I can hear the mob screaming, asking questions as if they can hear, and crying. How am I supposed to find him now? I have no idea where his room is, and I have no idea if he is even here still. 

     "TAYLOR!" People from the mob shouted. "TAYLOR! TELL US!", they screamed in rage. 

     I ran back to the crowd. Maybe he knows where to find Nash. I ran to the crowd that was throwing questions at Taylor with rage. He was trying to get somewhere. I had to get to him. I started to follow him along with most of the crowd. Then I stopped. This isn't making me any different. I thought I wanted to be different from them. People pushed passed me as they tried to follow Taylor. Everyone followed him, while I stayed behind. After a few minutes all of them followed him towards the parking lot. I was the only one in the lobby. 

     "OH MY GOD!" a voice exclaimed behind me. 

     I turned around. His eyes were wide and his mouth was dropped. He's drowned in shock and surprise. 

     "WHY ISN'T ANYONE HELPING HIM! HE COULD GET HURT!" he started running towards the mob. I grabbed his arm.

     "Shawn! You'll only make it worse! You could get hurt too! We have to find another way to help him!" I shouted over the earth shaking noise. 

     "What do we do? Where are the guards? Where are the people that gets paid to help us in these situations?" His voice shook in anger.

     "I don't know. Listen, you need to hide before they see you! Go back to your room. I'm calling 911." I told him.

     "Come with me."

     He didn't give me a chance to reply. He took my hand and ran in the elevator. While in the elevator, I called the police over to the hotel. I followed Shawn to his room. He slid his card in to open the door. I couldn't believe it. All of them were there. Cameron, Aaron, Matt, Jack J., Carter, Hayes, and Jack G. Nash was there too. They were all staring at us. The fright in all of their faces were obvious. I felt my face getting hot and my throat tightening. My intentions for the sounds I was forcing myself to make from my dry throat was to talk, but instead cries came out and my eyes watered.

     "What's going on? Nash? Does this have to do with wha--" I cried. My knees started to get weak and my legs started to give up.

     Nash ran up to catch me. "Inaya, what are you doing here?" 

     "Nash, people are getting hurt. They are hurting themselves. They are hurting Taylor. It nee--" 

     "Taylor? What? Is he out there?" Cameron interuppted.

     "What the hell is going on? Are the guards helping him?" Matt asked.

     "No! We don't know where the guards are! There's no one helping him! We called the police, but they're not here yet!" Shawn answered.

     "What's Taylor doing out there? Is he fucking crazy? And who is she?" Carter asked pointing at me.

     "I DON'T KNOW!" Shawn exclaimed as if all the pressure has been set upon him. "We need to help Taylor!"

     "Why aren't the police here yet? Why aren't we calling the guards? Where are they?" Aaron panicked. "Call the guards!"

     "THE GUARDS WON'T HELP! They're doing this on purpose." Nash yelled back. "This is all my fault."

     "What the fuck do you mean?" Gilinsky finally joined the conversation.