Page 124 of Sky Full of Stars

Not that I know what time it is. There is plenty of light coming through the curtains, so it’s clearly a respectable hour, but when you go to bed after five in the morning, nothing is a respectable hour.

“Fucking hell, shut the door before someone sees his junk.”

“What?” I look down. Archer barges past and picks up a t-shirt which he throws at me, I manage to catch it and hold it in front of my dick. Not just undressed then, stark naked. And I opened the door that way. I swipe a hand over my face and drop onto the couch. “Is this really necessary?” I ask then lick my lips and try to get some saliva into my dry mouth.

“Where the hell is your phone? Don’t tell me you lost it again,” Nick is rooting around and picks up my jeans. He pulls out my phone and looks at the screen, shakes his head then brings it to me. “Jenna has been calling you.”

“What? Why, is she okay?”

The two of them share a glance and my spine tingles, as I finally read the room. They are both super tense, and nowhere near as hung over as me it seems. I look at the phone, there have been six missed calls, I frown and look back to Nick.

“She called me when she couldn’t get hold of you.”

I’m still not fully awake. I lift my hand to wipe at my eyes and get a face full of t-shirt.

“Christ,” Archer groans and pointedly grabs a pair of jeans from my suitcase, tossing them so they hit me in the face. “I have enough to worry about without going blind staring at that.”

“I can’t promise not to poke you in the eye with it,” I groan as I step into the jeans sans underwear, pulling them up over my hips. I leave them unbuttoned just to piss him off.

“Cut the shit,” Nick interrupts. “Something happened.”

“What?” I forget all about the hangover and my swinging dick offending my friends.

“She’s okay, but she got mixed up in something. She wanted to speak to you before you read about it in the news. Shit has hit the fan. You’re gonna want to get to New York.”

“You’re freaking me the fuck out,” I snap.

“She didn’t have a lot of time to talk and the news doesn’t have all the facts but the gist of it is, she was with a friend at her apartment when her boyfriend attacked them.”

“What?” I shout, pain splitting my head and for a second my vision goes black.

Archer appears and shoves a glass of water in my face. “Drink this, idiot.”

I knock it away and unlock my phone to call Jenna. It goes to her voicemail.

“She had to go talk to the cops.”

“But she’s alright? Who the hell attacked them? I don’t understand.”

“I guess her friend was involved in a domestic violence situation. Jenna went round to check up on her and the guy was there.”

I vaguely recall her talk about a friend she thought was scared of men before Chris died. I got side tracked with all of that, and my fear of dragging Jenna into my life being the wrong thing to do.

“Problem is, it’s all over the news and her name got leaked, and with you attached to her, the band has been pulled into it so Bianca has lost her shit, the label are freaking out.”

“Fuck all that,” I say as I dial her again. But it goes to voicemail again. “Shit.”

“She’s okay, her friend is a lawyer so she’s looking after her.”

“Why the hell would she need a lawyer?”

“Nick for fucks sake stop drip feeding him this shit,” Archer buts in. “Jordan is out there getting B to sort us a flight. You need to shower, pack up your shit and get home to be with your girl. According to Brooke, she put up a hell of a fight, broke the guys nose and his balls.”

My brows rise. “But she’s alright, right?”

“Yeah,” he blows out a deep breath.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me everything,” I do up my pants and grab a t-shirt from the open suitcase behind me. If Bianca is sorting us a flight it must be bad and I’m not about to waste time showering, even if I do smell like a distillery exploded on me.

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