Turns out it wasn't only the hotel which was awful, but everything around it. Each alleyway held drunk teens and drug dealers, and each restaurants food was more dodgy than the last.
"I fucking hate Max right now." Luke mutters, trudging through the cold streets.
"We all do." I reply. I wrap Luke's hoodie (which I've 'borrowed') tightly around myself as the cold winds throw themselves at us. The dim light from the street lamps illuminates the trash covered streets and reveals the shadows.
"Next time Max books a show I'm checking if it's in a shit hole like this." Calum says, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Everything's cold, dull and quiet for a while, until I hear the sirens. Screechy sirens cut through the silence of the night but none of us know where they're coming from or, more importantly, why.
"Jesus Christ." Michael mutters. "What's happening now?"
Five people, who look around the same age as us, rush across the streets. One of them has what looks scarily like a knife clutched in their hand with a dark red substance dripping from it.
Ashton looks around for somewhere to go, but there isn't anywhere. "This is fucked up."
The group with the knife rush into another alleyway and then into an abandoned butchers, while we're left standing, very confused, in the middle of the dark, empty streets. The sirens get closer and closer, until they're almost screaming in our ears.
The police cars come racing down the road but as they near us they slow down. An ambulance pulls up next to the police cars and medics rush out down the nearest alleyway.
I look around, confused by everything and anything. "What- what's going on?" I stutter through my teeth, which are chattering from the cold. Luke tightens his grip on my hand and pulls me closer.
I watch in horror as the medics pull a girl out of the alleyway, crumpled on the ground but still breathing, with gallons of blood flooding from every vein.
"Oh my god." I gasp.
Two large police officers get out of the car and walk towards us.
"You're coming with us." The taller of the two says.
"Why?" Ashton questions. "We've done nothing."
The shorter man pulls out a notebook. "We've been told that five teens were seen stabbing a girl down this alley approximately ten minutes ago."
We all stay quiet, unsure of what they mean. "You think that was us?" Michael asks. "Do we look like the kind of people who would stab someone?"
Both men look up and down at all five of us. I can tell that after having one look at the black hoodie, tattoos, piercings and general dark clothing they're gonna think we did this.
"I'd appreciate it if you all got in the cars." An officer says.
"No." Michael argues. "We did nothing wrong." Dammit Michael. Never. Argue. With. The. Law.
"I'm afraid you have to, sir."
Michael, however, won't change his mind."I've said no. We're innocent."
The taller officer nods at the shorter one who pulls out multiple sets of handcuffs. "I'm afraid the evidence suggests otherwise."
Michael's forced into the handcuffs before being pushed into the car. Ashton and Calum let themselves be handcuffed fairly easily, but it's Luke who makes things worse.
As a cop comes up to me, about to handcuff me, Luke snaps.
"That's my girlfriend. Can you not touch her?"
The cop looks up at Luke. "Sir, I'm afraid these are part of the proceedings."
"I don't care you're not touching Jane!"
"Luke." I say gently. "It's okay, it's just handcuffs."
"Can't I handcuff her?" Luke suggests. "Just please, I'd appreciate you not to touch her."
"Sir, that's not the object of handcuffs."
Within a second, an unnoticed officer comes up behind Luke and has the handcuffs on him. Soon after my handcuffs are on and we're all into their cars.
"You two were getting a bit kinky, weren't you?" Ashton laughs. "With the whole handcuff situation.
Luke shakes his head, "Someone explain what was kinky about any of that?"
"You were all like 'I want to put the handcuffs on Jane'. That's what was kinky."
"I just didn't want my girlfriend being touched by a random dude!" Luke shouts.
"Keep in down in there!" The driver instructs.
"This is all your fault." Luke whispers to Ashton. "If we had of stayed in the hotel none of this would've happened!"
"But then we would've got attacked by rats or something!" Ashton argues.
Luke shakes his head. "Even rats is better than this."
"Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know we'd end up getting arrested!"
"Can both of you just shut up!" I exclaim. "I'm in a fricking police car, being blamed for stabbing someone and I'd rather have some fucking peace!"
"Someone's stressed." Ashton mutters.
After who knows how long sitting in the car, we finally arrive at the police station. The officers escort us in and place us each in temporary cells.
"We didn't even do anything." Michael mutters, pacing around his cell.
"Calm your tits." Ashton says. "This isn't the first time you've been in a cell."
"It's the first time I've been here for something I didn't do!" Michael explodes.
"You okay?" Luke asks quietly, holding my hand through the bars.
"No." I reply. "I'm scared."
"It's gonna be alright. We didn't do anything wrong and once they realize that they'll let us go." He soothes.
"It's gonna be a long night." I mutter, leaning my back against the bars.
I feel the warmth radiating from Luke's back as he leans against the cell bars, almost touching mine. "I know."
"For the last time, the drunk driving thing was an accident." Michael shouts. I guess him and Ashton are still arguing then.
"You know, if you would've told me three months ago that I'd be in a police station with Jane Smith, I would've wanted to shoot myself. I wouldn't have thought that I'd want to break down the bars to get closer." Luke says.
"And I'd never thought I'd have the same feeling about a guy like you." I agree. "But people aren't always what they seem."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I thought you guys were all big headed, egotistical dicks who only wanted to fuck girls and drink. But you're really not like that. All of you are so talented and caring and amazing. You've proved that you should never judge a book by its cover."
A screeching, scratchy sound comes from Calum's cell and I whip my head round to look. Calum has his fingers wrapped around a stubby piece of chalk and is writing or drawing something with it, across the wall.
"Cal, what are you doing?" I ask.
He pauses from writing. "Just getting some lyrics down."
"In a cell?"
"Yes, in a cell."
"Whatever floats your boat," I say. "But can you do it quietly? I'm gonna try and sleep."
"But it's only half eight." Michael points out.
I lie on the uncomfortable bed, staring up at the grey ceiling. "But sooner I sleep, the sooner I'm out of here."
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Sorry I haven't updated in ages :( I was ill and then had writers block and idk I just couldn't write. And idek what this chapter is supposed to be it was just a filler but I should update again soon. love you guys :)
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Locked (l.h)
Fanfic"You know Jane, this isn't you. Your mum scared you into being this, the real you is just locked up inside." "I think the same about you. The fame scared you into being punk rock, when really your just a kitten locked inside a rock star."
