Broken Record.

I woke up in a bed, again. I looked around and saw a massive room, even bigger then Harry's, the difference being instead of black and white the colour base was grey, grey wood on the huge bed, grey walls with almost naked girls pinned to the walls. They were the fantasy girls that all boys wanted, I wanted to be those girls, but I never would. Grey filing cabinets in he far corner next to a wall that was mirrored, my own pale reflection looked back at me and I flinched at the mass of knots her hair was, the black makeup smeared across her face. I was still in my own clothes thank god. A bedside table sat next to me with a glass of cool water and two paracetamol, guess the colour of the wood? Grey. As I leant out of the bed the door behind me clicked open, I moved at an incredible pace to bury myself in the covers, only then did I smell man on the covers, I didn't recognise the scent but it smelled expensive. As I whipped around to see who had come in a male appeared above me. Mr.Clarkson? I was almost sure I was still in the Styles residence so what was my English teacher doing here too?
"Hello Marina, I'm Alex." He said as he sat on the edge of the bed, a waft of his cologne spread over me and I instantly knew it was his bed I was sprawled out in, a deep blush must have covered my face because he started to laugh. "I'm Des' stepson, after you um..passed out your dad asked if I could bring you up here and keep an eye on you while they 'attend to business'" he used air quotes and shook his head.
"You really look like my English teacher." I laugh
"Well, Shane is my twin... So of course I do" He laughed back, he had a different smile to Mr.Clarks-Shane's, it was very genuine and sweet. Of course any other girl waking up in his bed would be delighted,he was tall, muscular very obviously, damn handsome and sweet. However I couldn't stop thinking about one curly haired boy, was he okay? Where was Joe? Is he still out for me? I shuddered.
"Um... What time is it." I ask Alex, he told me his name was really Alexander but that bothered him so Alex was fine, he then told me about how Shane and a himself left the gang life and now worked as 'protectors' for the families of those involved, hence why Mr.Clarkson worked at my school, apparently my dad wanted me watched even at school.
"It's around 10"He replied causally, I had been out for almost seven hours. I then remembered my my would be going crazy and gasped. "Your dad sorted it out" he looked up and said again.
"Oh." Was all I could reply, I needed to go and find everyone, I needed my dad, I needed Harry. "am I allowed to go downstairs?"
"Sure." He smiled and began to stand.

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