A Second Chance

"idiots"

Luke

I've been crying nonstop for days. It's been almost a week since they took Sara. The boys begged our bodyguards to find her, but they called police instead.

The search has been going for 2 days now, they haven't found anything. Sara's disappearance had been all over the news. So has rumors of Sara being my girlfriend or Sara being a long lost sibling.

People are crazy.

But the scariest one I've seen was someone uncovering how I bet on her. I think one of the people at the alley I bet at told. My Twitter blew up about it. Some fans have been somehow on my side but the rest of the world hates me.

I hate my self to be honest.

"Hey, Luke. Dinner's ready." Ashton knocked on the door.

I stood up out of Sara's bed and walked out her room. I may or may not have been in her room for the last 4 days. So what?

I miss her. I miss her red-orange hair. I miss her chocolate brown eyes. I miss her waking me up at 3 in the morning about how she had a nightmare. I miss the little dances she did whenever she heard a Fall Out Boy song.

I miss her absurd reactions to being able to decide for herself. I miss her laugh. I miss her smile. I miss her childish behavior. I miss eating massive amounts of pizza with her.

I miss cuddling with her. I miss her warm hugs. I miss the way she blushed whenever I flirted with her. I miss the way she giggled whenever I tickled her. I miss singing her to sleep.

I miss her. I miss everything about her.

I want her back. I can't live without her. I can't live knowing I never got to tell her I love her.

And I do love her.

I love her with all my heart.

I won't let her slip away.

I won't let that last step of the staircase trip me like last time.

I looked down at it before stepping on it. I tripped on it and I fell on my shoulder, which made a cracking sound.

"AAAH!" I yelled in pain.

"Luke? LUKE!" The boys ran up to me from the dining room.

"What happened?" Ashton asked.

"Are you okay?" Michael asked.

"My shoulder!" I shouted.

"Oh my god. That's not how your shoulder is supposed to be!" Calum panicked.

"No, duh." Michael punched his shoulder.

"Ow!" Calum whined.

"HELP!" I yelled.

"Sorry." They all muttered, pulling me up.

I slumped into Michael as we walked to the living room. They set me down on the sofa and argued about what to do.

Idiots.