It's complicated

Chapter 16

A/N: Thank you so much for over 1k reads 😭😭 it means so much because I expected like 5💕😂

Also, I'm sick so if these next couple of chapters are trash that's why.

-Graces POV-

I pull up to our house and I see police cars sitting outside. My heart drops and I say a silent prayer, hoping nothing bad happened to the boys.

I walk in and slowly open the door. The entire place has been ransacked. All of our belongings are everywhere. I walk to the den and see three of the boys, Ashton excluded, and a couple of policemen standing in there.

"What's going on?" I ask, the worry showing all over my face.

"Well all of us were in our rooms listening to music, but Ashton said he thought he heard someone, so he left his room. When he came in here, there was someone in a mask going through our stuff, presumably looking for something. He had a gun and" my heart and jaw both drop at the word gun. Tears brim in my eyes, but Luke soon continues, "No, don't worry, he's going to be fine. The perp did, however, shoot him in the shoulder. The guy who came with the ambulance said that it just barely skimmed him. He should be completely healed by the time we have to go on tour again."

I nod my head and the tears start to flow. How could this happen? What would anyone be doing here?

"Ma'am, we need to ask you some questions about your belongings," a cop with a notepad says to me.

"Sure," I say and sniffle, pulling myself together.

"Okay, please tell me if there is anything you notice that is missing. We've found 4 hoodies, 6 crop tops, 14 pairs of shorts -gym shorts and jean shorts together- 2 pairs of capris, 3 pairs of leggings, 6 pairs of jeans, 20 t-shirts, 12 tank tops, 9 pairs of shoes, 36 other shirts, 17 CDs, 23 DVDs, a stereo," he goes on for another minute and when he finishes I tell him that I think it's everything. How am I supposed to know every single one of my belongings? I can't even tell you were my phone is half the time.

About half an hour later, all of the police leave and I walk over to Luke. He opens his arms and I fall against his chest, sobbing against him. He rubs my back and coos to me, trying to calm me down. Eventually, I cry myself out and pull away. "Can we go see Ashton? I know it's not serious, but still."

"Yeah, sure."

I run upstairs and brush my hair while Luke tells Cal and Mikey that we are going to the hospital. I splash my face with cold water, trying to cause some of the redness to go away.

I head back downstairs. We start to leave, but as soon as we open the doors, there is a flash of cameras. A huge crowd of reporters and paparazzi are standing outside. They start shouting questions and trying to get closer to us. We eventually get pass them, swe head to the hospital. We get there about 15 minutes later. I follow the boys to the desk in the lobby.

"Ashton Irwin." I hear Luke say.

"Okay, he's in room 732 (note to my friends: see what I did there HAHA) it's in the west wing, so walk down that hallway and turn left at the vending machine. You should see another desk with a nurse. Tell them that you are here to see Mr. Irwin and they'll lead you there."

We thank her and follow her directions. When we get to the desk the nurse told us about, we ask the nurse for Ashton Irwin. A doctor walking by overheard us say Ashton and started to approach us.

"I was just headed back to see Mr. Irwin. Would you like to just follow me?" We all nod and start to follow him down the long corridor of rooms.

As we are walking, I ask the doctor what they had to do to Ashton.