After a long day at the hospital, I returned home to my cozy one room apartment and settled on the couch. Away from the bustle of the workday, I was finally alone with my thoughts, and that's when the realization set in. I literally TOLD Alex Gaskarth to come to Baltimore, and he agreed…

Suddenly, the thoughts began swirling in my head and I couldn't decide if he was really coming for his dad, or maybe, just maybe, he wanted to see me again.

Interrupting my thoughts, my phone buzzed, alerting me to a text from an unknown number. I opened it, revealing the following message: "So…"

Confused, I hurried to reply, but was interrupted from the buzz of another message.

"You conned me out of my tour this next month, you know that?"

I set my phone down. The fact that he texted me was enough to throw me off, let alone the tone he used. It ruined my mood on the matter, and all of my wistful thinking was crushed with the last text I received.

I thought to reply with something witty, but I didn't want to upset him even more. I quietly lowered my phone to the couch, face down, and flipped off the volume.

I turned on the TV and flipped through some channels to distract myself. Before I knew it, I was fading into sleep.

I woke up with a start to the soft glow of the television and the muffled voices of the actors onscreen. The clock on the table beside me read "3:46". I sat up quickly, instantly regretting it. My vision grew sparkly and my head started to spin.

I lowered my head into my lap with a groan and rubbed my eyes. I instinctively reached for my phone and was greeted with quite a few missed messages.

None were noteworthy until I saw another from Alex.

"Please talk to me."

I sighed and stared at the screen. Part of me longed to call him, but the socially anxious side of me voted against that. I lifted myself off of the couch and walked to the kitchen to get something to eat when my phone started to ring.

Alex's number was flashing across my phone and for a few tense seconds, I debated letting it go to voicemail, but curiosity won.

"Hello?" I tentatively answered.

"Yeah, let's do it!" I heard Alex's voice yell, surrounded by a million other noises and people.

I sighed. Clearly his 4 am was a bit more entertaining than mine.

"Alex, I think you have the wrong-" I started, but he cut me off.

"I need an uber. Like now."

"I'm not an uber…" I trailed, waiting for him to reply and realize he called the wrong number, but he insisted.

"Nope, you're my uber." He insisted. "Come pick me up."

I gently touched my head to the wall. "Alex, you're in San Francisco… Let me call you one. Where are you?"

"South Broadway." He promptly stated. "I'm in this god-forsaken town, now, are you going to come get me?"

My breath caught as I came to the realization that Alex Gaskarth was only a few miles from me. "I'll be right there." I mumbled quickly, throwing on a jacket.

I made the short drive into the city and spotted him on the side of the road outside of a club. He was clearly stumbling, and surrounded by a crowd of people. I saw a few camera flashes and noticed what looked to be like the paparazzi swarming in on Alex in his drunken state. I pulled over to the side of the road and desperately tried to think of a way to help him get away from the crowd, but I was running short of ideas. It was then that I saw him take a swing at one of the photographers.

I jumped from the car and ran across the busy city street to break up the fight and did exactly what always happens in the movies. I ran in front of the photographer with my arms spread to get Alex to rethink his actions and hopefully not get arrested tonight. He had wound his arm up and was ready to swing. We locked eyes for a second and he took the swing, straight to my face.