Serena's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe it. Out of all the hate comments I had received, this was the worst one. The fear and paranoia came rushing back in, and I became jumpy at even the slightest movement. Who the hell is this? And what do they want from me? Money? Fame? Attention? What? The crowd of people started cheering, bringing me out of my thoughts. I couldn't cancel this meet and greet, not after I promised them I would be there.

Luckily, The Rockpile had some security, and before the show, I could see them patting people down and scanning them with wands from behind the backstage curtain. But, regardless, I was still terrified. "Serena, we need to go out there," T.J. said. I nodded, taking her hand, and we walked towards the merchandise booth where everyone was screaming and shouting my name with excitement.

I tried to act like nothing was wrong when I went to give my fans hugs and take pictures. But the fear and paranoia continued to eat me from inside out. And I was worried that something could happen to me at any moment. But to my surprise, nothing happened, and I considered myself to be lucky. I didn't know if a God was watching and protecting me, but I thanked him numerous times for keeping me safe, and I hoped that I would continue to be safe throughout the remainder of the tour.

Back on the tour bus, T.J. and I sat on one of the beds, continuing to scroll through the comments of that video she posted, trying to find any more threatening messages. But as we continued to scroll through, the comments about me being a pig and that I should watch my back had disappeared, almost like they never existed to begin with. "Coward! Do they think they can make comments like that and delete them? God, I hate some people!" T.J. sighed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I know. But, whoever these people are, they're causing me to become paranoid, and Aidan as well," I sighed. She looked over at me, giving me a strange look. "Aidan's getting harassed too?" she asked. "Yes. Remember those packages I told you about? They're becoming creepier and creepier," I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone and showing T.J. the texts from Aidan when he sent photos of some of the contents.

"Holy shit. That's creepy!" She shuddered. "It is. But Aidan told me that he's going to take care of it. But I can't help but worry," I admitted, pushing away the thought of Aidan getting himself hurt, or worse, killed. T.J. wrapped an arm around the small of my back, pulling me into her embrace as she whispered that everything was going to be okay. "You know what helps me get my mind off stressful things?" she asked, pulling away from me.  "What?" I asked.

"Dancing and singing!" She whipped out her phone and started playing some of the music tracks from Umbrella Academy. And when They May Be Giants' Istanbul (Not Constantinople) song came on, we started belting out the lyrics and started dancing in the bunk. At the end of the song, my phone vibrated arm's length away from me. I grabbed it, and I saw that it was three recent texts from Aidan.

Aidan

I saw the messages on T.J's page earlier. I want to be sure your okay.

Serena?

Baby, please respond! I'm getting worried!

Sorry, sorry, I was talking to T.J. for a bit. I'm doing fine. Just a little shaken up, that's all.

I understand that. I'm shaken up too, spoop. 

God, I wish Steve would've let me come with you so I could hold you in my arms and kiss your forehead.

Me too. I need you so bad.

Hang on one second, I'm calling you.

Incoming call from Aidan

Answer/Decline

I picked up the phone, putting it on speakerphone so I could hear him a little better. "Hey, beautiful," He said after a few seconds. "Hey, Aidy. I know this is going to sound weird, but could you comfort me? I need to get my mind off this. Singing with T.J. only temporarily helped," I admitted. "Of course. Anything for you," He responded.

He turned on the camera, and I could see him and his slightly damp hair as he got under the covers of our bed and met my gaze. He was already in his pajamas despite the fact it was only 8:30 at night. And from the looks of him, he looked like he just got out of the shower. "Close your eyes," He whispered. I was hesitant at first, but after he flashed his beautiful smile, pleading with me to close them, I complied.

"Alright, now I want you to imagine something for me, okay? Imagine somewhere peaceful and tell me what you see," I slightly nodded, and I tried my hardest to imagine something peaceful. I felt my body start to shift, and I found myself back in the hotel room, but nobody was there. "What do you see?" Aidan asked. "I see the hotel room. But it's empty. No one's there," I answered. I started moving, looking around in hopes of finding Mom, Dad, or Aidan. And as I was about to give up hope and head towards our bedroom, I saw him sitting on his bed, his phone in hand.

He took notice of my presence and rushed over to me, embracing me so tightly as he picked me up by my waist. "I've missed you so much, baby," He whispered huskily in my ear. "I missed you too," I muttered, unaware that I had said these things out loud. "Are you dreaming about us?" Aidan asked on the other end of the line. "Yes,"

"Good, keep telling me what you see," As I continued to imagine what was going on, I could see Aidan and me hugging and kissing as we took the time to enjoy the moment as I was finally back at home safe and sound. My hands flew up to his hair, stroking the bits and pieces of his raven strands. He stuttered under his breath as I continued to do that, and a smile spread across his face as he met my blue eyes. "I don't ever want to let you go again," his voice echoed in my head. "Then don't," I whispered.

Slowly, I felt my body sink into the mattress, almost as if I was becoming a part of it. Once again, all my worries had slipped away from me as I fell back into a peaceful slumber, hoping that the fantasy of being reunited with Aidan would become a reality.