The Tokyo Hotel

Chapter 17

Rye's P. O. V.

When I finally reached my room I was exhausted. Not that today was any different from the usual.

But there had been a constant tension between me and Andy all day. I knew I was the cause of it though. God why did I have to keep screwing everything up?

I threw myself onto the bed without a second thought. I was drained. Andy closed the door behind me and sat down on the bed too.

I plugged in my phone to start charging it, pretending to pay no attention to Andy. I heard him groan quietly.

I turned around to see him softly rocking himself whilst holding his stomach with a pained expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying not to sound too worried.

"I'm hungry" he groaned.

"Didn't I tell you to eat a lot at lunch? I told you you'd have no food in the evening" I scolded.

"I tried okay, get off my back. I'll be fine" he murmured.

"Your problem" I shrugged and laid down my head again.

But I still kept an eye on him from the corner of my eye. He looked like he was in a lot of pain.

I knew what he was going through. I felt that same pain the first few days too. By now my stomach already gave up on trying, as if he was used to the new drill.

But Andy was in for a few hungry possibly sleepless nights.

"It's his problem, not mine. I don't care" I told myself. But I couldn't bring myself not to care.

With a sigh I stood up and walked over to the desk. Certainly I had something stored there incase. I found a box of crackers.

It was a box Mikey had given me the first week. "Keep them strictly for emergencies" he had said. Welp, I guess Andy was an emergency then.

I took out 3 crackers and carefully closed the box again. I handed the crackers to Andy.

His facial expression displayed a mixture of suprise, disbelief and happiness.

"...Thank you" he uttered as he took the crackers from my hand.

"No problem" I mumbled and sat back down on my side of the bed.

Without hesitation Andy started devouring the crackers at an unbelievable speed. It was almost funny to watch.

He looked at me and gave me a faint smile to show his gratitude, not even bothered to wipe away the crumbs on his cheeks.

"Oh come on it's not like you were starving" I laughed.

"Sure felt like it" Andy muttered, his cheeks flushed red as he wiped his mouth. "Thanks I guess" he mumbled as he stood up and went to the desk, presumably to make his homework.

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Andy's P. O. V.

I tossed and turned in bed. I just couldn't fall asleep. I opened my phone to check the time, again.

02:47

Great, so it was the middle of the night. I unlocked my phone and scrolled trough my notifications.

Another 6 missed calls from my mum. I tapped on her contact, wich brought me to her messages.

Andy where are you? I'm worried sick!

Andrew Robert Fowler come home this instant this isn't funny

Please pick up your phone