Protective Bros on Tour

Fifteen: Drinks

Pic: Georgie, 16.

- long chapter for you <3

- slight warning - discusses an 'adult' topic to do with photos.

G E O R G I E

Laying in bed, careful to remain still next to my sister, I smile as I remember the moments from last night. Last night's concert in Nevada was insane, and in what seemed like a second, the energy and charm of the crowd was infectious and made playing our music even more gratifying. We all generated a high of endorphins from another magical experience. There was even crowd surfing last night, fans were picked up and passed back, and I loved watching them scream and move across the united hands. I wanted to jump in and do it myself but security made it clear I wouldn't be doing that, at least not yet.

Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I check the time, 08:12am. I blink, lower the brightness and see my notifications.

A missed call from Rupert. But no damn voicemail or message left. Nothing can be heard in the silence of the early morning, so it's now or never. Stealthily, I creep out of bed and hiss at the cold wooden floor, before tip toeing out of our room and into the living space. I lightly walk across to one of the bathrooms and lock the door behind me, switching on the light, and sit on the edge of the bath.

My coral finger nails tap out my passcode, and pause before tapping onto contacts, and scroll down to the number I want to ring. I hesitate, listening for any sounds, but nothing. I check the handle of the door is locked again. I press the 'call' button.

I put my phone to my ear, and wait for him to answer, butterflies floating at the bottom of my chest, ready to fly up and catch my throat if he picks up.

Pick up. Pick up.

"Hey," my stomach drops at the sound of his husky, deep voice. "....I'm busy, leave a message. Or not. Give me a buzz later."

I gasp, opening my mouth and let a breath out, a sense of relief washes over me. But, why? I want to talk to him, to hear his voice again. To be in his presence, even virtually. To have his full attention on me, like it was on that networking night.

The bleep sounds. I panic, not knowing what to say.

"It's Georgie," I pause. "Sorry I missed your call. Call me back when you can. Bye." I make a face at the awkwardness I know I've given him and put my phone back in my pocket.

"Georgie! Are you playing hide and seek?" I hear my little sister squeal on the other side of the door, jiggling the handle.

That's my peace gone then. I stand up and unlock the door, and it swings open.

"I found you! You made it really easy by talking. Who were you talking to?" She stretches her neck up to look at me. She yawns and adorably places her hand over her mouth like we taught her.

"No one, and I wasn't playing hide and seek, Bon," I walk past her. "It's early, shh."

"I wanna know!" She catches me up and I feel her hand reach into my back pocket and retrieve my phone before I can stop her.

"Hey! Give it back," I spin and frown at my little sister's sneaky move.

She plants her feet and smiles, "no!" She turns on her heals and runs into the direction of Blake's room.

No, **** no. Please, no. That's the worst room to pick.

"Bonnie! Stop!" I shout in desperation. Did I even lock my phone? Did I leave it open? "Bonnie, I'm warning you," I crossly jog after her, praying Rupert doesn't call back.