My Chance - The Vamps fanfiction

Chapter 42

Muffled sobs and quiet voices woke me from my peaceful sleep. I tried to force myself back into the darkness which had almost swallowed me whole but the bright lights made it impossible to fall into that place again.

My arm ached painfully as I attempted to flex each of my fingers. I noticed the voices get louder but I still couldn't quite work out what they were saying. My eyes fluttered open and I took in my surroundings as they slowly adjusted to a clean living room that I didn't recognise. Connor was sitting next to me staring down at my face, his hand clutched mine and a smile began to creep onto his face. His eyes were tired and it was evident he had a lack of sleep; I could see the pain etched into his features as he stared down into my eyes.

There was only one face which I couldn't see, the one face I needed to see at that moment. But I could have sworn I'd heard his thick brummie accent even if I couldn't work out what he was saying. I searched to room repeatedly as I saw the mop of curly brown hair just above Connors shoulder. I didn't need to talk to him; I just needed to know he was here because even if he didn't love me, I still loved him no matter how much he hurt me.

Tears began to pour from my eyes with no warning as I looked back at the faces of the people I loved. Every person I cared about was in the room and they were smiling back down at me. I glanced around quickly not making eye contact with anyone but seeing who had joined me. Sara, James, Connor and Brad had all taken a seat and were all looking at me happily. Well, everyone apart from Brad was, he was looking down at his hands, not being able to look up at me. Joe and Dean were talking in hushed voices in the corner of the room.

"Still no sign of Tristan then?" I asked looking around at the solemn faces.

"We called him but we haven't heard a peep" Connor said sadly. I swung my legs over the edge of the sofa and went to the window seat. I stared out at street in front of me, I watched as people went about their everyday life, unaware of the horrors other's were facing.

"Where are we?" I asked the others finally realising that we were in some random house.

"Joe's house, we were worried about you and we were nearest Joe’s when we found you." James told me.

The door swung open and I heard a gasp from Sara but the sound of something cracking made me turn around. Brad was stood clutching his nose while staring at the person who had hit him. I followed his gaze but my eyes found Tristan’s.

"Don't you ever hurt her again" he sneered looking back at Brad. "You lied to every single one of us Brad. Why can't you just tell the truth for once in your fucking life?"

"Tristan stop" I muttered but loud enough for them to hear.

"I thought your ridiculous games were over. I thought you were done messing with everyone's hearts." He carried on hissing at Brad.

"Tristan stop" I yelled, he finally looked at me, the anger disappeared from his face and was replaced with guilt and relief.

"I'm sorry Elle" Brad piped up, hearing his voice properly for the first time in months made me slightly happier but I didn't let it show.

"I don't want to hear it right now Brad, I'll talk to you later" I snapped in his general direction but not taking my eyes away from Tristan.

"I missed you so much" he whispered. "Don't scare me like that again"

"Where have you been?" I asked, changing the subject.

"In a minute." I saw that he was crying, tears were spilling from his eyes and he looked like he was in so much pain.

"What happened while I was gone? While I was in America, everything's so fucked up right now and I just want to know the truth" I asked them.

"I'm going to leave, I promised Zoe I would pick her up and you’ve all made it pretty obvious that you don’t want me here." Brad muttered.

"Wow, you're actually keeping a promise. I never thought that would happen" I murmured, Tristan was the only person close enough to hear me and let out a snort of laughter.

"Basically as soon as you left we released our first single and Tristan finally built up enough courage to sing on his own." Connor grinned at us.

"Things got kind of shit after that though" Sara told me, I gave her a confused look and she continued to explain why. "Brad was acting strangely for ages, he kept sneaking off and cancelling plans and stuff. He then told us that you guys broke up and obviously lied about it. He said you were struggling with long distance and you decided to break up with him. A few weeks later he came home with this new girlfriend and you still hadn't bought up the break up so assumed you were fine. And I'll let Tristan take over from here."

"I knew something wasn't right with the break up between you and Brad. You seemed too happy to have broken up with the love of your life. I spoke to him about everything and I'm sorry to say that he convinced me he was telling the truth. Connor was having a hard time dealing with the fact that you and Charlea had both gone. The band came to the decision we should have a break, we were still friends but none of us could concentrate on our work. We each went onto our own YouTube channels as you saw and continued making videos there to portray how we really felt. After a few more months I... er... I left." He stuttered finishing off his side of the story.

"We tried to hide it from the fans as long as possible, making acoustic videos with only Brad and James but they began to notice something was wrong. We told them that we were all just having a hard time coping with the fact that you were gone. I think they really began to accept you then." James finished off. They all looked at me but I was stunned into silence.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I finally managed to choke out.

"We didn't want you to worry and we wanted as much information as possible first seeing as we had no idea where Tristan was." Said Connor apologetically.

"I'm guessing you all want to know?" Tristan asked us all in a low voice. No one said anything but merely nodded so he could continue. "Mum and Dad kicked me out when we started the band, they didn't think it was a good enough career and basically they didn't believe in me." He sighed. "That's basically why I'm always at someone else's house but I didn't want you to pity me so I kept quiet about it. If there wasn't anywhere for me to go, I stayed on the streets. And that's where I've been the last few weeks. I've got enough money to afford a small apartment and I've been looking for one and tying up all the loose ends so no one would suspect anything. But I couldn't keep it in anymore, I needed to tell you, you're my best friends" tears were falling down his cheeks as he spoke, I wanted to hug him so badly but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I was scared.

"Tristan you should have told us. We could have helped you out with money and stuff if you needed it. You could have lived with us if we knew." Connor whispered.

"I didn't want to be too much trouble" he murmured.

"Remember what you said when I first arrived?  'I practically live here, I even had my own room until you came'" I impersonated him horribly making everyone cheer up a little. "We want you to be happy."

"Your parents wouldn't be okay with it though, would they?"

"Of course they would, my mum loves you Tris and I'm pretty sure dad is your biggest fan" Connor laughed.

"Have you got this apartment?" I asked, secretly hoping he'd say no.

"Yeah, I bought it a few weeks ago but I'm just decorating and stuff now." He sighed lightly but smiled at his achievement.

"Well if you need any help man, just tell us." James piped up, slapping Tris on the back and pulling him into a hug.

“We’d all be happy to help you out.” Connor grinned joining the hug.