The Clean Up Crew. A Magcon Fanfiction

I Promise

"So you left her there?" he asked.

"Well, kind of. She wouldn't leave, then I took Sara home. I went back to see if I could get her again. I snuck in since he had security outside monitoring who was able to get in. I found them still dancing together, but her shirt was off. Then, they kissed, and he pulled her towards the exit. She was tripping over her own feet, and looked like she was about to pass out. I caught up with them. I kept telling her that she needs to come home with me. Then he came up to me and was like, 'She wants to stay with me, I'm getting her some food,' then I asked her one last time to come home. She told me she doesn't need me to take care of her. She was struggling to talk to. I feel horrible about it all, especially having to tell you this. I woke up today, and she hasn't been home since," I finished the story. He didn't say anything. His jaw clenched and his fingers curled into fists. His knuckles turned white, I watched as the anger brewed inside of him. 

"Calm down, we will find her, or she will come back," I tried to reassure him, but I couldn't even believe myself as I said it.

"How am I supposed to calm down? I can't, I don't want to imagine my life without her. His band member drugged her, she'll be lucky if she wakes up," he said angrily. 

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"I don't know, do you honestly think she'll come back?" he asked.

"I don't know what to think anymore. I just hope she's alive," I admitted.

"I've never been so scared before," he admitted to me. 

"Me either," I admitted. I gave him a hug. I feel so bad from him. He pulled away from me, then walked out of the room. I continued cleaning the rest of the bathroom. I put my phone next to me just in case she texts me. I took a deep breath, everything is going to be okay. I checked the clock and it was already two thirty.

Danielle's POV

I just sat in bed, I don't know where I am or how I got here. I slowly got up, and grabbed my shorts, panties, and bra. Where the hell is my shirt? I checked the whole room for it and it wasn't there. I snuck into the closet and grabbed one of his shirts. I found my purse on the floor, then snuck out of the room. down to the lobby. I checked for the name of the building but I couldn't find it. I looked across the street, and there was an In and Out Burger, but nothing I could go off of if I needed help. I walked outside, I noticed many cabs driving by here.

"Taxi!" I yelled and whistled, for a taxi to come by and pick me up.

"Hey! Where are you going?" I heard a voice from above me. I looked up and it was Brian. I saw him watching me from an open window. I didn't say anything, finally a cab pulled over and I quickly got in. I told him the address of Cameron's house, and he drove me there. I arrived there at around three. I'm sure the girls left already, but I needed to see Cameron to tell him what happened, even though I didn't even know what happened myself. I walked up to the front door and knocked.

"Danielle! Oh my god I'm so happy to see you," Matt exclaimed as he enveloped me into a bear hug. My hair was extremely messy, and I smelled like beer. 

"Where's Courtney?" I asked. He opened the door wider for me to walk in.

"One of the bathrooms," he said easily. I walked into every bathroom until I found her just sitting on the floor of the bathroom that was spotless. 

"Danielle! You're alive!" she exclaimed and enveloped me in a hug.

"What happened last night?" I asked as my hand touched my head. I still have a massive migraine. 

"Well, I'm pretty sure you were drugged, but you and Brian kissed and I tried to take you home but you wouldn't leave. Then you left with him," she said softly.

"I'm sorry," I apologized quickly.

"Don't be, you didn't know what was going on. Its not your fault," she said 

"Thank you, but where's Cameron I need to tell him," I answered.

"In his room, I told him already," she admitted.

"Okay, good, one less thing I have to do," I said through a laugh. She smiled, I walked out and went to Cameron's room. Both Nash and Cameron were in there. As soon as Cameron saw me he smiled and jumped off of his bed. He enveloped me in a hug, but Nash didn't lift his head up from his computer. We walked out of the room, and sat down on the ground of the hall way.

"I'm sorry," I said as I put my head on his shoulder.

"Its not your fault," he said softly.

"I know but I feel horrible," I admitted.

"Don't, He's so done, the next time I see him," his voice trailed off and I watched as his fist clenched and his knuckles turned white.

"You're not gonna see him, because he leaves for New York soon," I said.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"I was snooping around, while I was looking for my clothes," I admitted.

"He had sex with you?" he asked.

"I don't know I don't remember, but I think so because when I woke up I was naked," I admitted. I watched as his jaw clenched, and the anger brewing inside of him.

"What was the last thing you remember?" he asked.

"Walking into the after party with Courtney and Sara," that was it.

"Okay, at least you're alright now. I was worried sick about you," he admitted. 

"I'm sorry. The first person I wanted to see was you," I admitted to him. His arms wrapped around me.

"I promise everything will be okay. I will never let anyone hurt my girl," he said as he kissed my shoulder. I smiled, I would never want to trade him for the world.