Close Friends || Randy

Devoted

Rye's POV*
I woke up later and looked over to see an empty bed. He must of gotten up, I thought. I climbed out of the bed and began trudging into the living room. I saw Elvis sat on the sofa. laughing with Brook. He noticed me and walked towards me, "Haven't seen you in ages bro!" I said hugging him happily.

"Yeah. I came here because we need to start filming again" he said happily sitting back down beside a giggly Brook. "Do you know where Andy is?" I asked him. "Nope" He said looking over at brook who just shrugged.

"Andy!" I yelled through the apartment, but there was no response. Why did he just leave like that? "We need to record a cover soon boys" Elvis said picking up his phone. "Yeah. Let's do-" Brook was interrupted by jack shouting through the other room, "happier by Marshmello ft Bastille!!". "Sounds like a great idea Jack!" I shouted back.

"We should start recording as soon as possible so go find Andy, Rye" Elvis told me. So, I ran into our room and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. But just before I called Andy's number, I noticed his phone on shelf. I walked over and held it in my hand.

Mikey. Where is he too? I thought. So I called Mikey's number instead. I waited impatiently for him to pick up when finally he did. "Where are you and Andy?" I asked down the phone, striding back and forth in the room. "We went shopping" he said confused on my fear. "Oh. Okay" I said before hanging up the phone and sighing in relief.

I jumped onto the bed dramatically, thanking that he was okay. I had been thinking about something for a while now, I didn't want him to be in a bad space of mind before I reveal it. He is my world and I love him to bits...