-Austin’s POV-

Alan is being such a fucking dick. We are all just trying to help him and he always gets up and leaves. Now, we haven’t heard from him since he stormed off last night, but it is Alan.

Emily keeps bothering me, I kind of led her on…then she got back at me by fucking Alan numerous times. Long story.

Some random number has been calling me all day and I’m getting so annoyed. Finally I answer it.

“Hello?” I ask carefully, incase a fan got my number somehow.

“Austin, it’s Holland.” Why am I getting dragged into her and Alan drama again?

“Oh hey what’s up” I ask.

“I think Alan’s in trouble…I haven’t been able to reach him and Max threated him and Austin I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I haven’t heard from him either…”

“Shit, Austin something’s wrong. I have to go over to his place.” She said nervously.

“How sure are you that something’s wrong?”

“Women’s intuition.”

“You aren’t going alone. I’ll pick you up, where do you live again?” I asked her.

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The car ride was awkward and filled with Holland tapping her fingers and fidgeting in the seat.

Why was she so scared?

We pulled into Alan’s apartment building’s parking lot and just because I had a feeling she would jump out before I safely parked the car, I put the child locks on.

Even though this possibly wasn’t a laughing matter, I laughed very hard when she attempted to get out before I had parked.

“This isn’t funny you asshole!” She shouted.

“You’re the one who just tried to get out of a vehicle that was still in drive doing 20 MPH in a parking lot.” I said as I finally parked.

We got out and headed up to his floor, once we got at the door both of us knocked but there was no answer. Holland had a bobby pin and something else in her hand. I knew where this was going.

“Don’t judge.” She said as she began to pick the lock.

“I don’t even want to know.” I said and a minute later she picked it open.

Alan’s place was trashed. What the fuck happened here? As soon as I realized that Holland was trying to barge in front of me, I grabbed her and made her stay behind. If anyone was here going to hurt us, I couldn’t let her get the first blow.

We walked through the living room area, and headed down the hallway to his bedroom.

We found him laying face down unconscious and bloody on the floor.

“Alan!” Holland yelled, he didn’t move. She got down next to him to look for a pulse, as I stood there dumbfounded at the situation before me.

“He has a pulse.” She said and tried to turn him on his back, but with his dead weight couldn’t do it, so I went and helped her.

His lip was busted, his nose was maybe broke, pretty sure his ribs were broke, and this…we needed to call the ambulance and police.

“Holly we have to call for help okay?” I said gently at now I realized how upset she was getting. She totally cared for him as much as he did for her.

“Max did this. He’ll come after me if we do!” She said and started crying.

“It will stop him Holland. Please Alan needs more help then we can give him.” I begged her. She nodded her head and held his hand as I got up and left the room to make the call.

I dialed 911.

“Hello 911 what is your emergency?” the operator answered.

“Yeah my friend wasn’t answering his phone and it was unlike him, my other friend and I showed up at his apartment and he wasn’t answering as well and we got in finding his place trashed and he’s unconscious and bloody on the floor. I need help here asap.” I said rushing my words together, hoping I made sense.

She asked for the address and said that police and paramedics would be there soon.

I hung up and went back to Holland, who was crying and apologizing to Alan’s still unconscious body.

He just needed to be okay.

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