Groupie? // 5SOS

/7/ Kinks Shirt

Previously

"Thank you for the dance and all but I'm not really in the mood for that right now." That was more awkward than I thought.

"Then I'll get you in the mood." She winked and then basically did just that. She got me a beer from the fridge. As soon as I was a little out of it, she pounced and attacked me. I don't really remember much after that...

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When I woke up, I saw Calum and Luke asleep on the couch which wasn't very surprising. I didn't see Sasha, Lucy, or Sam in the room. There was black, ripped pantyhose on the floor near where I was sitting.

"God, it's cold in here." I whispered to myself. I looked down and noticed that I was covered by a blanket but I had nothing on underneath. I had sex with someone. I don't even want to know what I look like right now. I heard mumbling and movement and I saw Luke waking up as I looked at the couch.

"Hey." He sat up stretching his arms.

"I know Sasha gave me a lap dance last night and a few beers, but who did I have sex with?" I said in one sentence. Might as well be straight forward.

"You don't want me to answer that." He stood up. We slept over because it's better than inside the tour bus.

"Yes. I do." He looked really awkward, weirded out and disgusted.

"Sasha."

"That's what I tho-"

"I'm not done." He interrupted. What does he mean he's 'not done'? "Lucy too."

"I'm sorry?" I started coughing uncontrollably. I don't believe it.

"Luke, you're messing around." I walked over to him and messed up his hair after I grabbed my shorts that were thrown on the floor. He just looked at me as if I was crazy.

"How do you not remember? You only had a few?" Maybe I'm trying to erase it from my memory, asshole.

"Give me an hour and I'm sure I'll remember it. In the mean time, where did they go, all the girls?" Did Izzy leave? She wouldn't even want to stay after the argument yesterday. "I'll be back." I had to get to the Stylist room and make sure Izzy was still here.

Even if she was with Michael, she must still be here. I ran to the Stylist room and without knocking I walked in.

Michael was fast asleep on the couch without anyone next to him. Panic struck me as I looked around the rest of the room and didn't see Izzy.

"Michael." Nothing. "Michael." Nothing. "Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael." I ran and jumped on him while yelling his name. He screamed in an extremely non-manly way.

"What the fuck do you want?!"

"Izzy's gone." Did he know? Did he help her leave?

"No she's not. She's righ-" He was looking over at the beanbags and he stood up once he realized Izzy wasn't there. "Where is she? What else did you say to her?" He growled at me.

"I didn't say anything! Where did she go?!" Both of us were freaking out now.

"Are the rest of them gone too? Sam, Zoe, and Lucky or whatever their names were." He asked with worry etched across his face.

"Sam, Lucy and Sasha? They're gone too. Oh and about Lucy and Sasha... I-" I should probably tell him but he cut me off.

"Whatever it is, it's not as important right now. You can tell me later." He looked pissed but then all of a sudden his face softened and he sighed.

"Why is this bothering us so much? We just met her yesterday." I asked him.

"She's different. She wasn't like the others. She had more potential. She wasn't an open book and I like that." He looked like he was daydreaming as he spoke. I agreed with every word he said.

"It's like a chase to find out what she's about." I stated.

"Exactly. That's why she's different. We need to find her. You know that, right?" He said with determination.

"I know."

SORRY ITS A SHORT CHAPTER.

THIS WEEK HAS BEEN REALLY DIFFICULT FOR ME COS I HAD ANOTHER SEIZURE YESTERDAY AND WE DONT KNOW WHY. :/

THANK YOU FOR READING AND I'LL TRY TO UPDATE AGAIN TODAY.