If only you knew (All Time Low fanfiction)

-15; hell and back.-

----3 Months later----

Tara

Zack joined onto Jacks Skype call. Poor guy, he's so confused sitting on tour with the boys. I'm scared for what's gong to happen between Becky and Zack. They haven't talked.

"Tara, babe, can you go get... Her." Jack asked. Rubbing his bud on the back.

"Okay." I said, walking to Becky's room. The piano playing quietly.

"I'll be down now." She whispered. The sound of a chair scraping across the floor sounded, and the door opened. Her clothes hanging off her very slim frame. I helped her downstairs.

"Becky..." I mumbled and she sat on the couch, freezing as she saw Zack.

"Beck-" Jack went to yell, then his jaw dropped.

"All she has eaten is a pack of plain crackers in three months. She refuses anything else." I mumbled, hugging her.

"Is this Becky?" Zack asked, moving closer to the screen. Becky still frozen.

"Y-Yeah. I am." She squeaked. Tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Have I done something wrong?" He asked. She shook her head.

"N-no not at all... You just... Bad memories with someone." She laughed fakely and weakly.

"We have an announcement!" Alex sing sing-songed waking in with Rose hip to hip.

"We're flying home for December!" Rose yelled loudly. Causing us to flinch. I giggled, delighted.

"Fuck yeai! Party at my house peasants!" I yelled back. Everyone but Zack and Becky laughed. I sighed silently.

----1 week later----

We stood at the airport, waiting for the plane. Which was late...

"Excuse me miss, but do you know when plane 182 is due?" I asked. The woman looked up.

"I'm sorry, but we lost contact with that plane." She whispered, pointing at the TV screen.

"Any survivors?" Becky asked, leaning on me.

"None." The woman gave us a sad look.