Drew Grier: A Broken Girl

Chapter 6

*Sorry I didn't update, I didn't have internet for a few days. I'm back now, so expect updates whenever. Thank you for reading y'all.

 ~Drew's POV~

 3 in the morning, and I was ready to set the entire hotel on fire. We had a show earlier, and it went amazing. But next to us, the boys decided to have themselves a little party. It woke me up, as it did Mahogany.

 We heard a knocking at the door, and someone saying, “You deserve rounds...rounds...rounds.” It sounded like Johnson. I stumbled to the door, having been sleeping.

 “Jack J, what the actual fuck?” I asked, he was leaning against the wall, smelling strongly of alcohol.

 “It's so sunny out, look at the weather Drew.” He mumbled, almost falling to the ground.

 “Hey, is Jack sleeping?” I asked.

 “Maybe, probs stalking your pictures on instagram 'cause he's in love with you.” He rambled.

 “Your drunk, you don't know what your saying.” I laughed, at his drunken state. “Come on, let's go back to your room.”

 “I'm gonna go to Shawn and Aaron's room to sleep babe. I'll see you later.” Mahogany groaned, walking past me.

 I shut the door, he slung an arm around me, using me as a crutch as he wobbled down the hallway, he was rambling on, and on. “Ahh. Life is good.” And things like that.

 “Jack almost hit Nash in the face yesteryday, Jack would have kicked his ass. Oh look, a vending machine. He went back to the room and punched the wall instead.” Johnson went on.

 “Wait, what?” I asked.

 “It's a vending machine Drew, means food.” He laughed.

 “No the other part, about Jack.” I reminded him.

 “Oh he wants to murder Nash, I-deee-k why. But he said badwords, wanted to go up and hit, I made sure he didn't, then he hit the wall.” He went on.

 We made it to his room, I didn't know what to say. I knocked, hoping Jack wasn't asleep, or that he wasn't going to be mad. Johnson was leaning against the wall, looking like he was going to throw up on something.

 “Hey, what's going on?” Jack asked, rubbing his eye's.

 “He's insanely drunk at the moment.” I spoke, trying not to peer into his beautiful eye's. “And he was banging on my door, so I thought I'd bring him here.”

 “Did he wake you? I'll kill him.” He said.

 “No, he's fine. The noise all together did, it's unbearable over there. Mahogany even went to another room.” I stated.

 “Do you want to sleep in here?” He asked, Johnson was giving him a smirk.

 “S-sure.” I stumbled, nervously.

 I stepped in their room, Jack helped his friend to the bed, making sure he didn't fall over. Johnson landed face down on the bed. Muttering something, I couldn't comprehend. Jack turned to me, “You can take my bed, I'll crash with Johnson.” He said.

 “Okay. Sounds good.” I said, glancing down to his knuckles, they were taped up, and bloody. He didn't hit that wall once, he couldn't of.

 I leaned back in the bed, the sheets were rumpled together, the pillow indented. He laid next to Johnson, turning off the light. I stared up at the darkness, engulfed in his scent although his presence was lacking. Did I want him next to me? I shouldn't, but I did. Yesterday, when we were together. It was amazing, because I didn't feel guilty, like it was my fault my life was they way it was. He made me feel safe.