Edge of tonight

~Alex's pov~
"Alex, so tell us a bit about this year. How has it been so far for the band? What do you have planned for the rest of the year?" Asked the curious interviewer who was sat in front of me, her hair was brown, tattoos covered her silky-looking white skin, her eyes were blue and the bags underneath them suggested a lack of sleep in the past few days.
"Well, Today is the first day of Future Hearts tour, and I cannot be more excited. We are going to tour around the US, and then we are off to Canada in September. We have just played Wembley a couple of weeks ago, and it was so amazing, it was the biggest show we have ever headlined. It was the ideal event where we could film our new DVD. So on the whole, the band is doing great. The year started off great with a massive co-headline tour with the You Me At Six guys and then we went back to the US for a week or two, then of course we had our EU tour, when Wembley was played. Further this year, as I said, we are going to hit up Canada and maybe go back to the EU." I smiled at her, my microphone in my hand. I was nervous. The death grip that i had on my microphone has probably gave it away a little, but there were no cameras in the room. Just me and the overly tired interviewer. Why was I so nervous? I honestly didn't know. Every single time, on the first day of tour i get a sick feeling in my stomach because of how nervous I am. I know the fans love me, but what if i fuck up? That's what made me nervous.

After about 10 more minutes of stressful questions i was finally heading for the tour bus. Interviews make me a bit... self-conscious. I always worry about how i look and i stress about what would happen if i said something stupid. I know, I should be used to this, but it's hard to get used to random people telling you to take a seat and ask you questions for 10 minutes. And you have to say the perfect answer or else it will get awkward. Don't get me wrong, i didn't mind interviews but... i don't even know. I don't think I am a person to be interviewed on my own. If it's with Jack, Zack or Rian then that's something compeletely different, there are people there to help me with answers and make the interview less boring. But when it's just me I feel like i bore people.

I stepped onto the tour bus, Rian was there watching something on Comedy Central. Rian was my best friends, i could always ask him for advice. Honestly, he is the only one who would give me legit advice and would listen to me. Rian was always there for me.
"Hey bro, what are you watching?" I asked, sitting down on the couch next to him.
"A marathon of Friends. Do you want to change the channel or anything?" He asked, reaching out for the remote.
"Nah, it's fine. Where's Zack and Jack?" I asked, refusing to take the tv remote.
"Zack's already at the venue... probably working out. And Jack? I honestly don't know. I haven't heard from him much today. He just woke up, walked off of the bus, came back about an hour later cradling two beers and probably went to the back. Then, he came into the kitchen, picked up something and left. Then i left, so i have no idea where he is. I just got back, i was at the venue making sure my drums were safely transported." Said Rian. Why was Jack acting so strange? This isn't normal... at all. Usually he wakes up, has a beer, gets dressed and goes to walk around the town and goes to the venue in time for soundcheck. Sometimes i tag along with him. Overall, Jack was quite a bit of a nut to crack. He often bottled his emotions up and didn't want to tell anyone what caused him pain. Hence why i said 'a hard nut to crack'. he would sometimes drink to forget what hurt him, he would wake up in the morning fine. I felt sorry for him. It's not healthy to stay silent like that. I maybe am a of a hypocrite on this subject... but at least i knew I shouldn't bottle everything up. That's why i always told Rian. Jack was almost always joyful and happy and excited and all those things, but he had days or weeks were he just wasn't coping well. He would even snap at me, tell me he hated me. But he would apologise as soon as he could. I was okay with it, to be honest.

The rest of the day was spent on the tour bus with Rian. No sign of Jack. I was worried sick to be honest. We got a call from Zack saying he was at the venue working out (like we expected) and he asked about Jack. So Jack obviously isn't at the venue. Me and Rian checked the whole tour bus. nothing.

That night he turned up two minutes before the show. He just gave me a dirty look, pushed past me and said nothing.

Notes

HEY EVERYONE! this is probably my first proper fanfic on here c; I have wrote before but i deleted them as i had no time to carry them on :) Hope you like this fanfic! :)