Roadtrip Oneshots

Jandy, Swarmed By Fans

Andy

I lost sight of my boyfriend the second we left the venue.

There were so many things to remember, like walk this way, keep a hold of this person, stay within this person's sight, look after this...

It only took a second.

I turned my head to the right, making sure that Brook was still beside me, but as I did so I felt Jack's hand get torn from my own. I turned my head back frantically, my hand already searching, but it was in vain. He was already gone, lost in the crowd of fans that seemed to be much more aggressive than usual.

"Jack!" I shouted, but Brooklyn kept pulling me further away, and Rye and Mikey were pulling him through the crowd far infront.

My heart pounded. Jack hated crowds, that's why we devised the plan to make sure we all had a hold of each other.
I should've had a stronger grip on him.

Screams followed us as we cut a path through the crowd of Roadies, hands tugging and grabbing us all the way.
I hated to think how Jack was faring.

"Brook!" I yelled over the noise, recoiling as a hand grabbed onto my shirt and tried to pull me back.

"What?" He turned his head, eyes narrowing when he saw my face, proceeding to yank me forwards.

"Jack's gone! He got separated!" I yelled frantically, still turning my head behind me to try to catch a glimpse of him. But there were too many girls in such a small space.

I tried to pry Brooks hand from my body, but he pulled me towards him again when I felt myself get tugged back by multiple hands.

"Don't you dare! They'll get him out Andy, alright!" Brooklyn shouted, but I was torn. He was talking about security of course.

My boyfriend would be petrified, unsure of what to do with all those hands on him, not knowing which direction to push his way towards, not knowing where he was at all. He was completely surrounded.
And still I kept turning my head, trying to search for him...
All I saw were the faces of our fans as they screamed and cried, hair, phones held in our faces, the flash of the cameras and then just white noise.

I wasn't really hearing anything, too focused on Jack... or the lack of. Fingernails scratched all up my arms, but I didn't really feel it.

"Jack!" I yelled again, breath coming in short gasps when my voice barely travelled at all, being rebounding back by the volume of screams.

"Andy stop! Let's just get to the minivan first alright!" Brooklyn pulled me along again as I stopped, and I had to shove my way through the girls that were blocking our paths, their hands scrabbling all over our bodies to try to separate us.

I wish they'd stop. As much as I loved them... just let us leave.

I didn't say anything then, just forced my way through the crowd with the rest of the boys. The quicker we got to the minivan the quicker we could then find my boyfriend.
The screams were deafening, and I could already hear my ears ringing.
I would definately have scratches all over my body when we got out.

And then hallelujah, the minivan doors opened, and Mikey and Rye squeezed in, followed by Brook. I tore my hand free, but I was stopped by Mikey.

"Andy... what are you doing? Get in! Wait, where's Jack?" He asked loudly, and I turned back around, panic clear in my eyes.

"He got separated... I don't know where he is!" Hysteria rose in my voice, my eyes scanning over the crowd. And then I saw heads turned the other way, all the way at the back left of the crowd; that's where Jack was.