hotel ceiling ✔ randy

chapter twenty-eight

{Future Andy}
At this point, we had been a band for a few weeks now. We had settled in well, life was good.

We had even released our first ep; 'Miss Taken', which went straight to number one in the pre-order charts. We couldn't thank the roadies enough.

It was so strange to have people finally support me. Most of my life, people looked down on me and walked all over me. And I let them. But now, all these roadies had my back and always went crazy at the haters. And I still appreciate it.

The world we live in is cruel. But it always balances itself out. Something bad happens; something good will happen. And vice versa.

So obviously becoming part of a band and living my dream was something great. So something really bad had to have happened. But I never expected it to be this.

-•-•-•

{Now Andy}

Rye and I got an uber home from studio. We had a long day learning the lyrics and recording a cover. We announced a tour. A tour! I'm going on tour?

That's crazy! It's only in the UK, but hopefully when we're bigger we'll travel the world. That, would be sick.

Rye laid the uber driver and I pouted because he paid last time. Rye just smirked at me and laced together our fingers. We went up to our hotel room and Rye went to make some coffee.

"Shit, there's no milk." Rye groaned from the coffee.

"Go and get some them." I giggled from my spot on the sofa. Rye walked into the living room and stuck his tongue out at me.

"I will." He retorted and grabbed his jacket. Before he left, he kissed me.

"I love you." He mumbled against my lips.

"I love you too." I breathed as we pulled apart. We kept eye contact for a few moments before Rye smiled and left. I grinned to myself and relaxed onto the sofa. I reached for the TV remote and snuggled into a pillow.

~two hours later~

"WHY THE HELL WONT WE ANSWER HIS PHONE?" I screamed at Mikey. He ran a hand through he curly hair.

"I don't know, Andy. What do you expect me to do?" He snapped and I let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm gonna call Jack and Brook, okay?" Mikey said calmly and I nodded. I poured myself a glass of water as I heard Mikey mumbling in the other room.

I hauled myself into the counter and breathed heavily.

He literally went to get a pint of milk. That doesn't take two hours, does it?

"Brook and Jack are on their way over. We'll find him, okay?" Mikey stated, grabbing onto my shoulders. I looked up at him and pulled him into a hug. Tears stung my eyes as he hugged me back.

"I'm scared, Mikey." I whispered.

"I am too, Andy. I am too." We held one another for a minute longer and then broke apart.

"We can't even call the police 'cause the person has to be gone for at least 24 hours for then to be classed as missing." I mumbled. Mikey handed me a tissue.

"Well we can call the police, there's just not much they can do." Mikey corrected me, rubbing the back of his neck. I slid off the counter and walked into the living room. I curled up into a ball on the sofa and hugged a pillow close to my chest. Neither of us had turned on the light so we just sat in the dark. But I didn't mind that.

Minutes later, Brook and Jack burst into the room.

"Whats happened?" Brook panted, out of breath. Probably from running up all those stairs.

"Rye's been missing for two hours. He went to get milk, and he won't answer his cell." Mikey sighed, running a hand down his face. I just hugged the pillow tighter.

"Shit." Brooklyn looked around the room.

"Okay I'm sure he's fine. His phone probably ran out of battery..." Brook's voice trailed off as he tried to think of excuses. His eyes landed on the TV.

"Look, lets just turn on the tv, relax..." Brooklyn suggested, clicking the power button. The tv flashed on. It was the news.

"There's been a car crash on Elsbury Street. A drunk driver was speeding down the road and hit a man, looking to be in his late teens, early twenties. After finally getting the body cleared, the man was found dead. ID shows that the man was called...

"Ryan Beaumont."