Houston We Got a Problem (McFly\Jonas) 18: Party, You're a Rockstar

19: Too Much To Think

Nick tried really hard not to pass out in the middle of the bathroom he was readying himself in. It had been such a gosh darn long night. He finally finished washing his face and stripped down to his boxers, which had smiley faces. That's right. Smiley faces. His hand swept a path through his curly fro. His feet made the small pitter-patter against the hardwood flooring in the hotel as he walked to his bed, across from Danie's. God, how could he have let her get wasted? How? He lay down on the comfy, cloud-soft sheets, but something seemed wrong. Terribly, horrifyingly wrong.

The second youngest Jonas stood from his bed and crossed over to the other. He moved the sheets down. There were two people lying in the bed. Tom, shirtless, with his arms around--

No.

Danie slept there, her hair a tangled mess spread across her face. She hadn't bothered to change into pajamas. Even though reasoning told Nick this scene was innocent, a horrible pang in his gut told him something was going on that wasn't exactly kosher. Nick attempted his hardest to ignore it. He crept back to his bed and shut his eyes as tightly as he could. But he just couldn't block out that picture in his head of the way that Tom was holding Danie. He rolled over and passed into a dream-filled sleep.

It all began with a party.
Nick was dancing on the dance floor when Miley moseyed over onto him and began to kiss him. He pushed her away angrily and reminded her how in love he was with Danielynn. Miley laughed. She then grabbed his hand and led him away from the fellow gyrators. They went into a small white room with two people in it...kissing. Miley smirked as Nick realised the girl of his dreams and one of his idols were getting way too into it. He tried to pull them apart, but they continued. When he finally managed to pry his girl off Tom, Danie threw him a dirty look. She said never to rip her away from the only boy she could ever love or be with. Nick took a step back, and willed himself not to throw up. They began kissing again, and the whole dream dissolved in long violent blue and pink and black streaks.

He woke up, sitting bolt-upright. He was breathing too hard, his skin coated with a cold sweat. The tinges of daylight were tipping the curtains and a chirp of a bird cracked what seemed like silence. Nick's ears opened up. He heard quietly the sound of retching and a disgusting splatter noise. Nick stood from his bed and walked down the hallway to the bathroom, pushing the door a crack open to see but not be seen. Tom was on his hands and knees, praying quite fervently to the porcelain God. Nick couldn't bear to watch any longer. He found his shirt and jeans at the foot of his bed and slipped out of the hotel room quickly and quietly.

As soon as the door opened to the Jonas rooms, Mr. J himself rose. Nick stood stock-still.

'Where have you been all night, young man?' he growled, his lips barely moving. Nick pointed backwards at the door and opened his mouth, but Mr. Jonas silenced him. 'I don't want to hear it. Not now. It's far too late. Now go get your things and your girlfriend.'

'What? But why?' Nick asked, bewildered.

'We have a tour to go on and we are leaving New York,' replied the patriarch of the house.

Nick bowed his head and obliged, packing his things first. He could go find Danielynn later.

'NICHOLAS JERRY JONAS, WHERE THE HECK DID YOU GO?!' Joe shouted the moment Nick entered his older brother's room.

'I--I--' Nick began to say, but found no response. A hard blow thwacked against the side of his head and he found himself doubled over in white pain.

'WE LOOKED FOR YOU EVERYWHERE! DANIE'S ROOM, HERE, EVERY FREAKING INCH OF THE PARTY! DOES IT MATTER THAT I HAVE THESE BIG UGLY BAGS UNDER MY EYES? DANGIT NICK!' Joe exclaimed, socking him in the shoulder. That was going to turn into a big fat yellow and black and blue bruise. 'You've been gone all. Night. Long.' Joseph took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. 'Look. Just answer me one thing. Where did you go last night after the party?'

'Long story, Joe, and I really should get packing. Dad did say.' Joe glared at him and turned back to his suitcase and duffel bag. Nick noticed the lack of two other brothers and looked at Joe. 'Hey, Joe, where did Frankie and Kevin go off to?'

'They got their stuff packed first so Kevin drove them over to the bowling alley for a little quality time.'

'Qual--?'

'Yes, quality time. Just pack your stuff, Nick.' Joe continued to treat him rather coldly. Nick just stayed to himself. He wanted to throw up. Their were too many thoughts running through his head. Nick just tossed the rest of his things into his suitcase sloppily and shut it hard. He didn't deserve this. He hadn't done anything wrong. Then the door opened--and there stood Danie, her hair in a mess, her makeup smeared, and her expression forlorn. She had tearstreaks running down her face and she was breathing a bit too heavily. Danielynn gave Nick a pleading look. But he exchanged it with one of his sad ones.

'Pack your things, Danielynn,' he said quietly. 'We're leaving New York.'

'Nick, I--'

'Don't even bother,' he said solemnly, bowing his head. 'I don't want you to...I don't....'

'Please, Nick--'

'Danie.'

'I'll go and get my stuff, then,' she whispered, and walked out to her room. Nick shook his head and picked up his case.