Chapter 114
Two hours, two clubs and three bars later, I'm standing in the street, shivering. I don't know where to go next.
A van pulls up in front of me. Our van. Well, Howard's van, technically.
"Get in." Howard says, sticking his head out of the window.
"No. I have to find her."
"She's fine, now get in."
"You don't know that."
"Get in, Vincent." Hearing the name coming from him surprises me, and I obey, climbing silently into the van and sitting next to me. He doesn't say anything else, and I don't try to talk to him.
He stays silent as we pull up outside the flat. I follow him inside, feeling numb. Naboo's waiting, looking ready to kill. As soon as I walk in, he explodes.
"What on earth were you thinking? You stupid, irresponsible, idiot! We've been worried sick!"
"Sorry." I mutter.
"Vincent, what were you thinking?"
"I had to find her! She could have been hurt!"
"You could have just waited here."
"But what if she had been hurt? What if she still is?"
"She's not."
"How would you know?"
"I know because I had to convince her that you were fine and you would be back soon."
"What?"
"She's asleep in her room. She needed it."
"What do you mean?"
"She wore herself out worrying. Maybe next time you'll think before you do something so stupid." Pushing past him, I charge into Noelle's room.