Stereo Kicks MiniFic

Chapter 11

Voices echoed down the hallway, footsteps approaching as the door shut quietly, and I cursed, running quickly down the corridor. Just as they were about to turn the corner, I dived behind a long, rectangular plant pot (good hiding spot) and lay perfectly still as two gossiping women passed. Wriggling forwards, I looked down the corridor they'd come down, seeing it was empty.
Shelves lined the right hand wall as I ran down, cursing the fact that the corridors were so long. A door far ahead of me opened, and I swore silently, quickly jumping onto the bottom shelf next to me, curling up in a ball and putting my head on my knees. The square boxes of shelves were just deep enough to hide me, but I could hear the person approaching, and I prayed they wouldn't notice me.
Finally, the man walked past, and I held my breath as he carried on walking, not noticing me in the clutter of the other shelves. After counting to twenty, I leaned out cautiously, seeing the corridor empty.
Running down silently, I headed down the right corridor, seeing a sign for the security room. Yet again, I could hear people, but this time, there was nowhere to hide, so I made a stupid decision.
The sign led to two double doors half way down the corridor, strangely, and they had wood surrounding them, as the doors didn't fill the corridor. I pressed myself against the wood, holding my breath and praying to what deities I could remember off the top of my head that this worked, and that no one else was on the other side of the door.
As the voices grew louder, I prepared myself, and the doors opened. Two people walked through, and I slipped behind them, through the doors which closed behind me.
To my horror, a door was opening on the opposite wall, so I sprinted for some large lockers just to my right side and dived in one, shutting the door as footsteps sounded in the room. They stopped right by the lockers and I held my breath, praying for the third time that day.
A locker door opened, and I realised it was the one next to the one I was in. Finally, as I was running out of air, it shut, before a door slammed.
Using the opportunity to peek out, I found the room empty, and carried on, seeing a dinner cart in the middle of the room. It was mostly covered, and the bottom section was partly full of dirty dishes.
As the kitchen was in the same direction as the security room, I hastily stacked the plates underneath the sofa it was by and curled up, checking I was concealed.
Not two minutes later, I was on the move, and I forced myself not to giggle at how stupid it was. Peering out from the material, I saw a sign up ahead, leading ahead for the kitchen, left for the security room. Cursing, I prepared to jump down the corridor.
Just as we reached the three-way point, something smashed off the cart, going to the right, and the person pushing the trolley grumbled, moving away. The doors opened silently and I slipped through, continuing down the corridor.
" - playing truth or dare, celebrities these days, I'm telling you..." A voice up ahead was chattering noisily, so I ran for the security room doorway, punching in a random code, the year this hotel was built. To my surprise, the door opened, and I went in.
No one was in there, so I hastily snapped a picture, then locked the door, going over and deleting all the CCTV footage of the staff only area for the last twenty minutes, so I wouldn't be caught, before leaving again.
Just as I was about to push the door open, beeping slowly sounded. Someone was opening the door. A vent got torn off, I crawled in, and replaced it.
Now, I was stuck in the ventilation system. Sighing at my misfortune, I crawled forwards, glad that I'd seen a vent over the table in the lunch room.
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"Yeah, he just went to the loo. He'll be back soon." Casey's voice floated through a vent I was about to pass over, and I sighed in relief, relishing the fact I'd made it back.
"Very well, you won't have to leave for a few hours either way." Carefully looking through, I saw a man leave the room, and it was just the celebrities left. I ripped the vent off, causing them to look up, and I jumped through, landing on the table.
"Hi." I grinned, stretching up and replacing the vent cover, taking my seat again. "Dare complete."
"You actually made it?" Louis asked incredulously. "Bloody hell."
"Picture, too." I showed them. "Boom."
"Well, you pick someone." Laughing, Louis settled back down again.
"Um..." I scanned the remaining faces, who had migrated down this end of the table so we could hear each other. "Hey. Jessy, truth or dare?"
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When we finished playing, Tom had poured water all over the security member, Casey had gotten make-uped by the girls, and Jake had described our first time having sex in great detail, leaving us all bright red in the face, and the rest of the room crying laughing.
"That," Jake declared as we left to the waiting limo, "was human cruelty."
"At least we didn't have to do the talking." Charlie giggled.
"At least they are good at blending." Casey muttered remorsefully.
"Stop whining!" Reece nudged him.
"At least you lot weren't crawling through vents!" I cried.
"Yeah, I'll give you that." Chris shrugged.
"Shut up, already." Barclay rolled his eyes and we got in the limo. Slowly, we all dozed off as we were driven home.
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I woke up the next morning, someone in my arms. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that Jake and I were the only ones in the bed, until I remembered that we'd decided to split up until we got a bed which we could all sleep in.
Jake was still asleep, but I didn't dare move in case I woke him up, so I dozed for a while, just enjoying having a morning off, which I could spend cuddling one of my boyfriends.
Finally, Jake stirred, and I immediately frowned. His eyes were glassy, and I pressed a hand to his forehead. "You ill?" I asked gently, mindful that he might have a headache. Looking at me dizzily, Jake snuggled back down, and I sighed, heart aching that I couldn't just heal him.
'Tom, Jake's sick.'
'On my way.'
Soon enough, the door opened, and the boys piled in, settling around us. Tom shuffled forwards, pressing the thermometer to Jake's mouth. "Open wide, love." He murmured, and Jake slit an eye open, giving him an unimpressed look. "Jake."
"Tom." Jake rasped back quietly, before wincing. I tightened my arms around him, before jabbing his ribs. As he jumped, Tom shoved the thermometer in his mouth. "Ser-wus-lee?" He mumbled around the thermometer, but we didn't reply, waiting until it beeped.
"39.8 degrees." Tom read off. "You're ill." To our surprise, Jake didn't complain, just settled back down against me, showing just how awful he must have felt. Normally, Jake would throw a fit, declaring that he was fine and could carry on, but to see him just lay down made me sad. As in sad.
"Jake..." Charlie was biting his nails nervously, until Reece hugged him from behind, catching his hands so he couldn't.
"I'm f-fine." His voice cracked awfully, barely there. Then, he coughed harshly, shaking by the time he was done.
"Oh, god." Shutting my eyes, I bought Jake even closer to me, his head under my chin, arms between us, our legs tangled. What worried us is when he didn't respond - it was like he couldn't respond.
"I'll get some medicine." Casey offered, getting up quietly and leaving the room, Barclay going after him.
"I'll ring management." Chris left.
"I'll get water." Reece disappeared as well.
"Charlie, could you go get some clean clothes for Jake, and I'll go run the shower?" Tom got up, and they both moved away, leaving me with Jake. Jake was shivering lightly, and I ran my hand down his arm, pressing a kiss to his hair.
Eventually, they all reappeared, and forced some tablets down his throat with the water, before we stripped him down and got him in the shower. "Stay awake for me, yeah?" I washed his hair gently, as Barclay and Charlie helped hold him up.
Jake's eyes were unsteady, glazed over as he looked back at me through lowered eyelids. When he was clean, we dried him, getting him dressed into a clean onesie, as Tom, Casey and Chris changed the sheets and covers.
"Here." Reece carried him back and I lay down on my back, before he placed him on my chest.
"D'you think we should ring a doctor?" I asked quietly, wrapping my arms around Jake and shifting until we were both comfortable. Faintly, I felt Jake shake his head slowly. "Babe, you might need it."
"Give it two days." Barclay suggested.
"Yeah, but should we try and keep it quiet or not?" Casey said, sitting cross legged next to us, playing gently with Jake's hair. "I mean, I don't want Jake feeling pressured or anything if everyone knows he's ill."
"We'll have to cancel the show anyway, so we're going to have to tell people." Tom shrugged.
"What if we're made to go?" Charlie said quietly.
"Well, we won't." Reece said simply. When Charlie still looked worried, Reece wrapped him up in a hug, pulling him onto his lap. I smiled faintly at their adorability, before I noticed Jake was wheezing.
"Jake?" Brushing the hair back from his face, I listened closer to his breathing. "Guys, I don't think he can breathe."
His breath was raspy and rattled quietly in his lungs. The sound made us wince as we listened, and I immediately was trying to soothe his throat with water.
Jake tried to drink the water, but I could tell that it hurt too much to swallow, and he ended up coughing it back up. As he went limp against me, Tom got up. "He's going to hospital, I don't care." Tom said firmly. "If he can't drink, there's a problem."
Even as I carefully got up with Jake in my arms, he protested as best he could, trying to roll out of my hold on him back onto the bed. I held him tighter and walked downstairs.
Worry crept over me as Jake was completely limp, Casey and Charlie helping me to put some shoes on without falling over. We were all in our onesies, but didn't particularly care.
"Hospital, please." Casey said to the taxi driver as we all piled in. The car took off and I made sure Jake was comfortable, noting the heat radiating off him.
"He's really warm." I said quietly. Barclay handed me a chilled water bottle, and I dripped a bit onto his forehead. A knife could have sliced the tension in the air.
"Hey, my boyfriend's really sick." Tom said clearly to the receptionist, who looked up and gasped.
"Stereo Kicks!" She gaped. "Of course, Jake..." Soon enough, Jake was whisked off, and I knew by the filthy glares we received from the people in the waiting room that it was only our fame that got Jake seen to immediately, but I couldn't really care at the moment.