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Chapter 30: Lost boy

Song featured is 'Lost Boy' by Ruth B. Ive tagged it above ^^

If you swipe there should be a picture of Dec with dog ears^^ so adorable!! 😍😍

Sorry this took so long! I've had a bit of writers block and have struggled to commit to any of my ideas but I thought I'll starting writing and stick with whatever flows the best... hope you like it! ❤️

Stephen Mulhern fumbled with the various unsigned papers and scripts in his arms as he brought a shaky hand up to knock on his boss's large dark oak door.

There was no answer or indication the door was going to be attended at first and the personal assistant sighed, bracing himself for the familiar routine which had occurred over the past week since he'd sat in a boardroom with Anthony and Mr Ellicott.

With a defeated sag of his shoulders, Stephen turned the spare key, he'd stolen from a particularly intoxicated presenter one night, in the lock and stepped into the room. The londener loved his job but suddenly it wasnt the glamorous fun he'd always imagined it to be and there was only one explanation for that.

Declan Donnelly had disappeared.

Ant hadn't told anyone what had happened that night but the dark haired man hadn't been the same since.

Stephen had found him, after having made the 5 million pound sterling transfer, he came to Ant house only to find him on the floor, passed out cold. Bottles of strong liquor littering the room around him.

It had been terrifying at first, a dead boss did not bode well for the CV but after going above and beyond his job description Stephen had the presenter on his king sized, four poster bed, settled safely in the recovery position.

Of course the PA had gone looking for his bosses partner and friend but there was no sign of him. He'd left his guitar and no note, Stephen noticed the hole in the wall as if an angry fist had been driven through it and a lamp smashed as if caught in an unexpected attack of pure rage.

That had helped him put two and two together but it wasn't until Stephen had been cleaning Anthony's room that the story became legible. The only explanation for the final piece's of the puzzle's position, sprawled out beneath the bed was that Anthony had torn them up and threw them down angrily. Stephen would have described himself as quite an easy going guy, he wasn't very serious, preferring to joke around and never really felt much sympathy for other peoples relationships.

That was until he pieced together the pictures and he realised he couldn't even imagine the hurt and pain the presenter must've been going through at that moment.

Two of the photos Stephen recognised, after all he'd been the one who sent them to Ant almost a month ago. They were of Dec and his Ex talking in the first photo and Jason holding his hips in the second. The others were a real eye opener, they were multiple photographs of Dec and Mr Ellicot kissing: in one, the taller man had his hands on the singer ass and Dec was tugging him in by the jacket. In another Dec was pressed up against the wall, eyes closed tightly while Jason's head was buried in the smaller man's neck.

All Stephen could do was sigh and look at Ant's still form with a solemn expression. Anthony had always been quiet and isolated, unwilling to let anyone close to him just in case he got hurt. Stephen had pushed him to contact the first man that had managed to put a smile on his boss's face for almost 3 years and now he felt responsible. It was his fault Ant let his guard down and his fault he got hurt.

That's probably the main reason why Stevie didn't quit, Ant was suffering, slowly killing himself and Stephen couldn't just stand by and watch while that happened. Ant, although cynical and a bit grumpy at times, was his friend and since Dec had left, the presenter needed as many of those as he could get.