Lost Boy
Someone
Alex's POV
Me, Zack and Rian had decided it was time to confront Jack with this, it was way outta control and still no one knew what was up with him.
Jack was on the sofa playing Fifa so we all walked towards the sofa that was across from him and sat down. He gave us a quick glimpse before awkwardly returning to his game. I was the first to speak, "Jack, what's up?"
"Hm?"
"Don't play stupid."
"Um what?"
"Jack, for almost a month not you've treated us like something on the bottom of your shoe and when we're in interviews and on stage, it's like nothing's wrong." Zack spat.
"Point is?"
"Why are you fucking doing this?" Rian questioned.
"I, I can't say."
"Oh, why not?" I sounded really cheeky but honesty that month he had been worse.
"C-cos."
"What?"
"He's watching me, I can't say."
"Who?"
"Someone."
"Jack," I sounded more concerned, "how is he watching you?"
"Through a camera he attached to me."
"What for?"
"I've said enough."
"Where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"The camera, the fucking camera, he can't watch you that's downright creepy."
"Alex please don't."
"H-he'll hurt you."
"Me?"
"Yes, leave the c-camera pl-please." At this point Jack had began to sob with a terrified look etched across his face, "I don't want him to hurt you."
We sat in silence for a second when Jack's phone started ringing. He picked it up, looking at the caller ID. His face was struck with terror, "I have to take this, I'll not be long."
He bolted out of the tour bus, out of sight.
Jack's POV
I ran as far as I could, till I was out of sight of the guys so they couldn't come after me. I shakily answered the call, "Jacky boy."
"Yes, Sir?"
"You weren't supposed to tell them that."
"I'm so sorry Sir I k-kinda sl-"
"I'll hurt em Jack."
"Please leave Alex, take me." He chuckled on the other end.
"Nice try."
"Please, it's not his fault."
"No it's your fault he's being taken."
"What are you gonna do?" He laughed again
"Turn around, Jack."
"Why?"
"I said turn around." I quickly followed his orders, hearing the sternness in his voice. I was greeted by a baseball bat to the face.
It all went black.
Me, Zack and Rian had decided it was time to confront Jack with this, it was way outta control and still no one knew what was up with him.
Jack was on the sofa playing Fifa so we all walked towards the sofa that was across from him and sat down. He gave us a quick glimpse before awkwardly returning to his game. I was the first to speak, "Jack, what's up?"
"Hm?"
"Don't play stupid."
"Um what?"
"Jack, for almost a month not you've treated us like something on the bottom of your shoe and when we're in interviews and on stage, it's like nothing's wrong." Zack spat.
"Point is?"
"Why are you fucking doing this?" Rian questioned.
"I, I can't say."
"Oh, why not?" I sounded really cheeky but honesty that month he had been worse.
"C-cos."
"What?"
"He's watching me, I can't say."
"Who?"
"Someone."
"Jack," I sounded more concerned, "how is he watching you?"
"Through a camera he attached to me."
"What for?"
"I've said enough."
"Where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"The camera, the fucking camera, he can't watch you that's downright creepy."
"Alex please don't."
"H-he'll hurt you."
"Me?"
"Yes, leave the c-camera pl-please." At this point Jack had began to sob with a terrified look etched across his face, "I don't want him to hurt you."
We sat in silence for a second when Jack's phone started ringing. He picked it up, looking at the caller ID. His face was struck with terror, "I have to take this, I'll not be long."
He bolted out of the tour bus, out of sight.
Jack's POV
I ran as far as I could, till I was out of sight of the guys so they couldn't come after me. I shakily answered the call, "Jacky boy."
"Yes, Sir?"
"You weren't supposed to tell them that."
"I'm so sorry Sir I k-kinda sl-"
"I'll hurt em Jack."
"Please leave Alex, take me." He chuckled on the other end.
"Nice try."
"Please, it's not his fault."
"No it's your fault he's being taken."
"What are you gonna do?" He laughed again
"Turn around, Jack."
"Why?"
"I said turn around." I quickly followed his orders, hearing the sternness in his voice. I was greeted by a baseball bat to the face.
It all went black.
