A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND!

Hey guys!

I'm really sorry I haven't been updating. Like I said, writing isn't coming as easy to me anymore, and plus this past week has been kind of busy for me. Anywayyy, I'm working on the next chapter for "Where I'm Going", don't worry. It'll be up as soon as possible.

Enjoy the chapter! (:

Nobody's POV

"Can you guys run it one more time?"

The whole band groaned.

"Cooper, can we please take a break?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah, my hands hurt from gripping the drumsticks so hard," Alex complained.

"I think we're good for today, Coop. We've run through all the songs enough times. I think we got it down," Nat said.

"Okay, fine. That's it for today guys."

The band put down their instruments and jumped off the stage. "I can't believe we're back in the warehouse again," David said.

"Yeah, it seems like forever ago we were here rehearsing for the tour," Rosalina said.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Cooper asked. "I've got to get some other stuff done before the tour."

"Cooper, relax. We've got time," Nat said, patting his friend on the back.

Cooper shrugged. "Either way, I've still got a lot of work to do. I'll see you guys later."

They all walked out of the warehouse and walked their separate ways.

Nat, Alex and Rosalina were only a few steps away from the warehouse when Nat stopped.

"What is it?" Rosalina asked.

"I forgot my music in the warehouse."

"Then c'mon, let's go get it," Alex said.

The three of them walked back to the warehouse, and Rosalina stayed outside while Nat and Alex ran back inside.

She was sitting on the steps when she noticed a familiar face walking toward her. But why did the face look familiar? She thought back.

But before the man with the knife left, he turned and got right in my face and said, "Stay here, okay?"

Rosalina's eyes widened as her heart started to race. It was one of her dad's friends. She stood up and looked in the warehouse. "Nat! Did you guys find your music?"

There wasn't an answer.

"Nat?" She called again.

Still nothing.

She glanced back at the man who was coming closer. "Nat!"

Alex ran up to the door. "What's wrong, Rosalina?"

"I need Nat. We need to go now."

"He's still looking for his music."

"Tell him that we need to leave right now."

Alex nodded and quickly ran back inside the warehouse.

As more time passed, neither Nat or Alex were coming, the man was getting closer and Rosalina's breath was starting to quicken.

'Calm down,' She told herself. 'Everything's fine. Nat will be out in a few seconds, and you'll be okay.' "Nat! Alex!" Rosalina looked back at the man, and then back into the warehouse before she blacked out.

…

Nat's POV

"Nat!" Alex called, running back over to me.

"Did you find my music?" I asked.

"No, but Rosalina wants you."

"I'll get out there in a little bit, Alex but I need to find my–"

"Nat, she said she needs you, and that we need to go right now."

I didn't anymore explanation. I ran back through the warehouse to the door where we came in through.

Rosalina was sitting up against the doorframe, with her knees pulled to her chest and her head down.

"Rosalina," I said, bending down next to her. I put my hand on her shoulder and she flinched away.

"Please don't hurt me," She said quietly.

"Rosie, it's okay. It's just me."

She looked up at me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Nat," She mumbled into my shirt.

"What happened, Rosie?" I asked, rubbing her back.

"I'll explain when we get home."

I pulled away. "Did you…?"

"I had a panic attack."

"Do you feel okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

She shook her head. "I'm fine, now that you're here."

"Good," I said, helping her up. "Then let's get home."

~NBB~

After we got back to the apartment, Rosalina and I went into my room.

"What happened?" I asked, watching as she sat down on the edge of the bottom bunk bed.

"I…" She sighed. "I saw one of my dad's friends."

"You mean one of the guys who…?"

Rosalina nodded. "The guy who had the knife."

"Oh my God…" I said, suddenly realizing something. "You were calling me…and I didn't answer. I could've prevented this whole thing–"

"No, this isn't your fault. I had the panic attack because of the guy. You didn't know that I was freaking out or that, that guy coming."

"But if I worried about something other than my stupid music, none of this would've happened!"

"You're music isn't stupid. And it's not your fault, Nat. You didn't know. You couldn't help it."

"I still could've stopped it from happening…"

"Look Nat, I haven't been completely honest with you," She said, taking my hand and pulling me to sit down next to her.

"About what?"

"About the day I went to the police station."

"Then what happened?" I asked. "You can tell me, Rosie."

"Well…I saw my dad, and I was really nervous. That part is true. But…I also saw somebody else."

"Who?"

She looked down. "The same guy…with the knife."

"What was he doing at a police station?"

"I don't know. Visiting my dad, I guess. It doesn't really matter why he was there. It's the fact that he was there at all."

"Rosalina," I said, standing up from the bed. "This guy could be dangerous. Maybe we should–"

"Do nothing about it. Nat, just leave it. We have to deal with my dad. It was probably just a coincidence. Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Let's just worry about the tour, okay?"

"We're not going to worry about the tour because everything's fine. Cooper's just being himself and stressing over nothing."

"Okay, then we won't worry about the tour. We'll just worry about my dad."

"I'm not worried about your dad, I'm worried about you."

A/N-Gotta love Nat(:

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~NatalinaFanForever~