"Sorry..." Joshua apologises to Ryan in a very hushed voice like the volume makes a difference. His tossing, turning, huffing and puffing has been disturbing his friend all night. This isn't how sharing a bed with Ryan Ross Hernandez is supposed to go. Still, as much of a prisoner as he feels in his own bedroom, Joshua is still grateful to have the company of a friend. It may not be at the forefront of his mind with all the cravings that are taking hold but deep down there is a feeling of gratitude. Despite shutting people out whenever he gets into a funk like this, there's also a feeling of loneliness at his core. He loves people but believes they should be kept at arms length for their own sake. Ryan's company tonight is very much welcome. While the idea of getting high as a kite seems bliss right now, Joshua knows that he'd much rather be spending the night in some discomfort with Ryan than all alone in his dark room, clinging on to his dirty little secret.

Joshua lays his head back down and shuffles closer to Ryan. He's a very tactile person and adores his friends so, naturally, he wishes to cuddle Ryan but it may not be appreciated. Scooching over a little closer will have to do in terms of showing affection. "It's just hard." Joshua speaks again in a soft, low voice in the pitch darkness. He then realises that what he just said may be misconstrued. "Not my penis. This...cold turkey thing. Usually to drift off to sleep, I get...well, you know." Joshua even refrains from saying the word "high". He gets the sense that Ryan isn't too keen on hearing Joshua speak about such a thing. He also doesn't wish to say the word out loud should it, for whatever reason, send him over the edge. "It's all that's on my mind right now, Ryan." Joshua isn't looking for sympathy or for Ryan to cave in and let him have one last hit. He's just being transparent and putting his thoughts out there.

"Workout? We...we don't have to go outside, right?" Joshua has his own gym equipment at home. There's also the privacy of his backyard. That's fine. The idea of going out to exercise in a public space, however, unnerves him. While he wants to get better, he really hopes Ryan doesn't drag him out for a run in the park. He's not ready for that. "Oh...and uh...you might have to order out for breakfast. I...I don't have much food in." Being shut off from the outside world and also preoccupied with his new and dangerous hobby, Joshua hasn't been out to buy groceries in a while. He really hasn't been looking after himself.

Poor Ryan is probably shattered and desperate to unwind but it's evident that Grimmie's brain is not going to shut off any time soon. "Do you mind if I open the window a little?"

Ellie-Grace cuddles up with Ryan as they lay under the covers in his hotel room. The triumph of closing the show together mixed in with the romance of being in a foreign city and a dash of alcohol lead to another night of passion. Rather than feeling the post-coital guilt the next morning like they did last time, the pair have just remain bundled up in the bed together. Instead of overthinking and asking all sorts of awkward questions, Ellie-Grace just wants to focus on right now. All she knows at this moment in time is that she feels safe here with Ryan and they had a LOT of fun last night. The future and everything and everyone else outside this hotel room can wait. Right now, she's feeling very cosy and satisfied. "I swear that I can still feel little tingles from last night." Ellie smirks and traces her fingertips lightly over Ryan's bare chest. The pair of them didn't engage in much foreplay as before. This time around it was very much the filthy hotel room debauchery that the sheets expect. "And to think, we still have until Sunday evening here. What a wonderful weekend."

This is the most comfortable Ellie-Grace has felt in years, both physically and mentally. Although the sun is beating down and there's a glorious new city awaiting outside, laying in bed with Ryan edges out everything else. Nothing is as exciting as what's going on in this hotel room. "We certainly hits higher notes in here than on stage." Ellie-Grace giggles into Ryan's chest then lets out a dreamy sigh when Ryan mentions the other areas of the room where they fucked. "Ah, yes...that wonderful chair." Ellie winks at Ryan, knowing fine well that she's referring to the huge, wet orgasm she had there. Ryan is a skilled lover and Ellie is always extremely response at the best of times but that angle and position on the chair was just so right. Definitely stimulated that sweet spot like there was no tomorrow. She'll be in a good mood for the rest of the week now. "There are only a few more people I'd rather be spending the weekend with. None are as cute as you though." Ellie chuckles and gives his chest a little kiss, getting his nipple in the process.

"Well, we did promise to have breakfast with Layla and Joshua but..." Ellie turns and leans over, picking up her watch from the nightstand to check the time. "Breakfast is still on for a little while yet." She turns back to face Ryan before planting a soft kiss on his lips, followed by another, then another. As she does so, Ellie does her usual teasing of his sensitive areas, running her fingertips ever so gently up his inner thigh before delicately trailing them over his balls too.

What makes Ryan and Ellie-Grace so electric together is how attentive they both are. Putting in work in the bedroom department aside, they also know how to make one another feel like the only person in the world. Ellie's very nurturing nature can often leave her overlooked. Whilst she's worrying and looking after everyone else, who is looking out for her? Ryan is the answer...whenever he's around in her life. It's probably why he dating life hasn't been up to much. Even though a few nice guys have drifted into her life, nobody has ever made her feel as special and wanted as Ryan. It's why she can truly let her hair down and experiment with him. She trusts him. Ellie-Grace doesn't let anyone throw her around and fuck her deep and hard on a chair. "I think Andrea's in the room through the wall. Don't think she's the type to mind screaming and expletives." Ellie-Grace giggles. She's not one for swearing much in her daily vocabulary but only filthy words could describe the pleasure Ryan was making her feel last night.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Don't want you lunging over to grab me at the breakfast table. Sausage flying everywhere." Ellie smiles and shuffles a little to get into a better position. She rests her head on her free hand whilst her other travels from Ryan's balls and takes hold of his stiffening shaft. "Jesus Christ, Ryan. Doesn't take much to set you off does it?" Ellie-Grace laughs softly but it's also bit of an ego stroking for her, knowing how quickly she can get him up. As he hand moves under the covers, she grins and looks Ryan in the eye, watching his reaction as he gripped hand pleasures him.

"I'd like that very much." Ellie doesn't question or dwell on the fact that Ryan suggested there will be another romping session in the future. It actually makes her feel extremely happy that Ryan was so casual about the suggestion. In her mind, the lack of awkwardness means that this is moving in a brighter, more positive direction. However, Ellie still doesn't exactly know what "this" is other than enjoyable. A recipe for disaster? Maybe. Extremely complicated? Potentially. A whole lot of fun? That's the only thing she knows for sure at this moment and time and she's not going to ruin it by airing any doubts. "Although next time you'll totally have to one-up that chair scenario. Are you up for the challenge, sailor?" Ellie smirks before placing her lips on Ryan's once more, her hand still stroking him underneath the covers.

"Oooh, you must really like my company, huh?" Ellie teases with a gently squeeze of her palm, referring to just how stiff Ryan has become in a matter of seconds. Her caring nature translates even to the bedroom as she seemingly gets off on knowing her partner is experiencing pleasure. Ellie just observes the expressions on Ryan's face as she slowly strokes him. "Yeah, it's certainly a great way to start your morning. Although..." Ellie-Grace sits up and lets him out of her grip. "I know something that'll really wake you up." Flashing a mischievous grin, Ellie then pulls the covers down, exposing Ryan and a lot of herself. She positions herself in between his legs and proceeds to kiss on his navel area, continuously moving downward with each delicate little peck. Ellie then takes Ryan's dick in her hands once more and looks up at him as she tenderly kisses his tip before softly taking his foreskin in between her lips, very gently suckling on it while her hand applies pressure to his lower shaft.

"Oh you like that, huh?" Ellie asks him coyly when she hears Ryan utter expletives, knowing fine well how much he loves it. Ellie continues to suckle gently on his uncut tip, taking more into her mouth every so often. She has found that with his sensitive, intact tip, less is more. The very light contact causing extremely pleasurable tingles as opposed to a more vigorous approach which would overstimulate his nerve endings and end up causing discomfort. Ellie is also aware that the next step she has planned is something she could get very wrong, potentially hurting him in the process. Looking up at Ryan, she gingerly pulls her hand down his shaft and very carefully retracts his skin, exposing his bare cock head. She lets out an audible gasp as it comes out to play. "Now THAT is a thing of beauty, Hernandez." Ellie grins before seductively meeting his gaze as she moves her head down again. Not breaking eye contact with Ryan, Ellie runs the tip of her tongue over the sensitive underside of his his head. She swirls over that little sweet spot that makes him twitch before taking the first couple of his inches into her warm, wet mouth, letting a long and passionate "mmmmm" out in the process.

A few moments later, Ellie has a good portion of him in her mouth, with her hand working the lower shaft. Ellie is great at what she does but she has never been able to take the entirety of Ryan in her mouth, finding him just a bit too big for that. Not that it's a problem for Ryan's ego. However, in a surprise turn of events, Ellie moves her hand from the base of his dick and around to cup his balls as she takes the last remaining inches for the first time. That soft, warm and wet sensation now engulfs every towering inch of him.

Sadly, they don't get to embrace the triumph for long as loud knocks are heard on the room door. "Ryan? Ryan are you in there?". It's Layla. Ellie isn't supposed to be in his room. "Hello?? Ryan?". She knocks frantically again.

Ellie-Grace sits up at lightning speed, perturbed at the prospect of being caught out by Layla. She's far too focused on the idea of being exposed to even question why Layla is knocking at Ryan's door, refusing to shut up and go away. It's not as if Layla's the ignorant type or the type of person who doesn't understand social boundaries. It's odd for her to disturb someone like this but at this moment in time, all Ellie is thinking about is where her clothes are. In a moment of haste, she hurries over to the bathroom and throws on the towelling robe provided by the hotel. "I'll stay in here." Ellie lowers her voice and slowly closes the bathroom door. Even though she's hiding out of the way, there's no guarantee she won't get found out. Layla might be asking to use the bathroom as there is an issue with hers and bam, she's caught out. Ellie would much rather have SOME clothing on to save the little dignity she has left. Hiding from her good friend and after just deepthroating a very large penis, Ellie's feeling very dirty right now. She places an ear to the door to listen.

"Ryan?!" Layla calls once more, her voice growing more concerned and commanding. "Is anyone around?". It appears as if Layla has tried Ellie-Grace and Joshua's rooms too.

Layla paces around outside, sighing and checking her phone for like the thousandth time in the last 10 minutes. At this point, her stomach is doing somersaults and she almost feels on the brink of collapsing with all the worry and lack of responses. Thankfully, the sound of Ryan's voice from the other side of the door puts her at ease a little. Finally! She was starting to feel like her friends had all packed up during the night and left her behind. When Ryan opens the door, Layla doesn't even take into account his appearance so he didn't need to worry too much. All she is focusing on is the fact she has finally regained contact with a member of their little group. "Thank God! I was starting to think you had all ditched me." When talking, it's apparent that Layla is rather flustered and concerned. Even though she hasn't known Ryan too long, he has probably sussed out that she usually has a much more cheery, upbeat demeanour than this. "Have you heard from Joshy? I've knocked on his door like a billion times. I've called him. It just keeps ringing out. I-"

Layla shakes her head and runs a hand through her hair. Now, in most cases, this would be considered a major overreaction. The person she's looking for may just be in a deep sleep, in the tub, out exploring this new city - doing a plethora of things. With Joshua and his recent state of mind, however, silence is a cause for concern. "I searched downstairs at breakfast. I tried Ellie's room a few times but she's not answering either. Do you think they maybe went out somewhere?" Layla hopes that Ryan confirms this theory but in the pit of her stomach, she knows Ryan is going to be clueless too. This whole situation is just giving her bad vibes.

Layla's eyes fall to the floor as she tries to recall the events of last night for Ryan. "Yeah. Yeah, he was in my room. I went up at like 11:30. We sat and chatted for a little bit. Well, I spoke at him. He wasn't really engaging. He just seemed really disconnected all night." Joshua was extremely withdrawn at the FCA. Now Layla worries that instead of his aloofness being the result of his nerves, he may have been detached from reality due to something else occupying his mind. "We was with me for like a half hour, 45 minutes and then he said he was going to go to bed. So I guess last time I was with him was like after midnight and now it's..." Layla glances down at her phone. "9:48. Almost 10 hours. He wanted me to wake him for breakfast but..." Layla just shrugs, not knowing what to make of the situation. He could very well be in a deep sleep. Lord knows his body and mind were wrecked after the whole FCA debacle. Still, where Joshua Orlando Grimmie is concerned, nothing is as straight forward as that.

When Ryan mentions that Ellie isn't with Joshua, Layla feels the knot in her stomach grow tighter. That's one innocent scenario thrown out the window. "Jesus. I hope he's OK. I'm thinking all sorts of stuff right now." Layla wipes her forehead with the back of her hand and looks down the corridor just in case her best friend miraculously appears. "Yeah, he's right next to mine. We're down the hall to the left. I'm real worried, Ryan." Layla opens up her contacts and hits Joshua's number in front of Ryan to prove to him that he's not answering. Sure enough, the phone rings and rings before going straight to his voicemail. Joshua's recorded voice sounds like the perkier one they know and love, completed with thick NJ accent and slight speech impediment on his "r" sounds - far from the glum Grimmie they've known as of late. Even when trying to put on a brave face for his friends this past week, they could all tell something was broken in him. He was vacant behind the eyes and just not Joshua. There was no fire in him at all.

Meanwhile, Ellie has her ear pressed right up against the wood of the door. They're talking low but she can still pick up what they're saying. She covers her mouth when she hears Joshua is MIA. All Ellie wants to do is burst out of the bathroom and immediately go on the hunt for the boy she considers a baby brother. It's not the right time for a dramatic reveal, however. Ellie makes a conscious decision to throw her clothes on and head out after Ryan and Layla once they leave, trying to make it look like she bumped into them in the corridors coincidentally.

In the embrace, Layla does all that she can not to start sobbing into Ryan. Now isn't the time for waterworks despite how deeply upset this whole situation and Joshua in general is making her. It's the not knowing that's the worst. Her best friend is extremely fragile and in a foreign country. There are a multitude of possible scenarios; ranging from an innocent deep, overdue sleep to something potentially fatal. "He's such an ass". Layla mumbles into Ryan's side. As much as she loves the boy, she really wants to slap him at times. Such a beautiful soul and talent playing with fire. She turns and leads the way, the thoughts in her mind going 200mph. "He wasn't high last night. 99% sure he didn't smuggle into a foreign country. Though he did go outside for "air" a lot last night...and that Radio girl made him feel like crap for winning Best Album. Oh God." Layla just lets the thoughts fall out of her head, unable to come to a rational conclusion. There are so many positives and negatives about Joshua being in London and the FCA's finally being over that there's no telling where his mind could be at.

As the turn the corner, Layla continues to walk all the way down to the end of the corridor. She puts to the second-to-last door on the right. "Here's his room. Mine is the next one over." She points to her own door which is dead at the end of the hallway. There's a little shake in her voice as the fear sets in deeper now that they're outside his room again. Layla exhales, trying to compose herself as she takes out her phone again. As she calls him, she presses her ear against his door and listens out. She can faintly hear it ringing from inside the room. "It's ringing in there. Listen." She waves Ryan over towards Joshua's door. Unfortunately, this is alarming as it lowers the possibility of him doing something innocent like going out for a walk or getting coffee. He would tend to take his phone.

Meanwhile, Ellie launches herself out of the bathroom and into the main room once she hears the door close. Frantically, she hops around the room, picking up her bra and underwear, throwing them on as she goes. Reluctantly, she has to put on the regal dress that Ryan practically tore off her last night. Sure, it'll raise suspicion as to why she's still wearing her FCA outfit the morning after, looking half made-up with no makeup or styled hair but it saves time. There's no way she was running upstairs to her own room in a robe, pulling out her suitcase, throwing on her own stuff and then coming back down to find them. Joshua's safety is more important. She rapidly runs a brush through her hair, picks up her shoes and carries them as she exits the room barefoot. There's no way she's running in heels. Ellie waits until she gets to the corner before slipping back into her shoes. She then nonchalantly walks up to the pair. "Hey guys, is everything OK?"

Layla bites onto the tip of her thumb and shakes her head, not even registering Ellie-Grace's half-glamorous, half-thrown together appearance. "No. Joshua isn't answering and we're getting real freaked out."

Ellie-Grace takes Layla by the shoulder and pulls her in for a hug. "Shhh, sweetheart. It'll be OK. Don't worry, we'll get him." Ellie nestles Layla's head into her, trying to remain calm but the look she gives Ryan suggests otherwise. She's frightened but trying to play Mother Hen as usual.

"What was your idea, Ryan?" Layla mumbles from her embrace with Ellie.