Unforgettable (A Bradley Simpson Fan Fiction)

Trapped in a Box

Brad's POV:

I call Alyson for the seventh time and still no answer. It's not like her to not answer her phone, especially after two missed calls. I pace around the room as I keep the phone pressed against my ear and I'm sent to voicemail for the seventh time in the past three minutes.

"Dammit," I say to myself as I press the red phone icon at the bottom of the screen.

I take the room key with me and I go down to the lobby to see if Alyson's down there. I come face to face with three elevators side by side each other as I turn the corner of the hallway. I choose the first elevator, press the down button and walk into it as the doors open and I press the button that has the letter "L." The elevator reaches the lobby and the doors open with a bell ringing. I walk out and my converse make small noises on the creme white tile. I look around the lobby and I don't see anybody here.

Alyson's not in the lounge, the breakfast area, or the gym. Where the hell is she? I come back from checking the gym and I hope she isn't at the last place I hope I wouldn't find her at, which would be James' room. As I approach the corner of the elevators, I see a few firefighters holding their equipment as their radios are loud as can be.

"You guys working on that elevator that's stuck?" I hear a voice say from the radio. I listen in on the conversation that the firefighters have as they wait for an elevator to arrive and I act like I am as well.

"We're getting to it right now," one of the firemen says.

The elevator down to the left opens up and the firemen step into it. I rush to get inside it and I make it by an inch. I stand to the side so I'm not noticeable and I listen in onto whatever situation is going on with the elevator. As I continue listening, I find out that an elevator has gotten stuck on the second floor and there are passengers inside it. I have the firemen stop onto my floor as I hear that they have to get on the roof of the resort in order to look down the elevator shaft to see what's wrong. I step out onto my floor and run to James' room, pounding on the door.

He opens the door as his shirt is off and is only wearing sweatpants. His hair is messed up, as if he had been sleeping all day long. He rubs his eyes and asks what do I want.

"Dude, it's two in the afternoon, and you were still sleeping?" I ask.

"No," he lies.

"What do you want?" he asks.

"I just heard some firemen are going to work on some elevator that's stuck on the second floor, and I can't find Alyson anywhere." By me saying Alyson's name, it instantly wakes James up. He throws on a white t-shirt and grabs his room key as we head to the control room James is leading is to.

We burst through the door and behind it lies monitors, computers, camera feed, and the crew that operates the whole station.

"Hey, Mark," James greets one of the men and he greets James back.

"Hey, I heard you guys are having a problem with an elevator that's stuck?" James asks.

"Yeah, we are."

"Can you pull up the video feed that's coming from that elevator?" James asks in a panic.

"Yeah, sure."

Mark sits up in his chair as he presses a few keys on the computer keyboard and the live video feed of the elevator that's stuck pops up onto the screen.

"Alyson's in there..." James says.

I look closer to the screen. "Is that Michelle?"

"Looks like it," James responds.