If only you knew (All Time Low fanfiction)

-30; Stay the night-

Tara

I stumbled drunkly to a house I remember. Vaguely. But I remember. I slumped against the door. Closing my eyes and sleeping in the door way.

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"Tara?" Someone asked. Rather loudly... My head hurt. I opened my eyes.

How did I get here?

"Tara. Are you okay?" Jack kneeled in front of me. I shied away slightly. Mainly because he was yelling at me and my head hurt. "I'll go get Alex to drop you off."

No.nononono. This could be my chance.

"Jack...?" I croaked.

He turned and looked at me. I stood up, pulling on his collar so it was easier for me to smash our lips together. He accepted it, and kissed back. After a few minutes we pulled away, both breathing heavily.

"Do you still want Alex to drop me off?" I asked, looking up at him. He shook his head. Pulling me flat against him.

"I'm sorry about the backstage thing..." He mumbled, kissing my forehead.

"It's fine. I deserved it. I'm sorry to too." I whispered. He picked me up pulling me inside.

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I cuddled into Jack when Zack ran into his bedroom.

"Gu-ys wasn't Becky meant to be on that flight?" He asked. Breathless. Oh. Shit.

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We drove to the airport going through some red lights, sometimes not. We parked and ran inside. No signs of anyone, then as the tunnel opened, people burst out. Some people on stretchers, others perfectly okay.

"Is that flight 182?" Someone asked. A teenage girl pointing to the plane which looked unflyable.

"Yeah... Who are you looking for?" Rian asked.

"My mom was on that flight." She whispered. He looked at her with empathy. He knew what it was like to loose someone close.

"Hey, she might walk out there perfectly fine, just keep that in your head." He smiled, resting his hand on the girls arm.

"Can you wait with me? I'm claustrophobic and that crowd coming towards us isn't helping me." She looked up at him. Breathing laboured. He looked towards us and we nodded. Many people were sat on the chairs around us. Coffee in their hands. We got handed them ourselfs at one point. Then a man with a clipboard came around.

"Passengers or waiting for someone?" He asked.

"We're all waiting for someone." Alex smiled a little. The man nodded and walked away.

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About thirty minutes later three people were lead out. Two in handcuffs, the other had her hip length candyfloss hair matted red with blood. A limp to her walk. A white bandage around her middle. She was sat down on a chair.

"Miss we need to take you to the hospital." The paramedic said. The woman flipped her hair back as screams echoed around the airport. The candyfloss hair ran past us and tackled someone to the floor. Although by her actions she looked pained. Almost... Dead.

"Drop the gun!" Police yelled, all their guns aimed on the girl punching the living shit out of the guy with the gun. He threw it across the floor. The girl got off, and slumped against the wall. Flipping her hair out of her face.. Her face almost in recognisable. But instantly we knew who it was... Becky.

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Becky

I was against the locker, my arms pinned to where I couldn't hit my attacker. When his head dropped. There was a girl.. Just a little smaller than me. Blood on her knuckles.