Glowing - A Caspar Lee Fan Fiction [ON HOLD]

Chapter 13

Angela’s POV:

I was about a minute away from having a panic attack.

Everyone in the airport around me was oblivious to my state of being. I was a hair away from losing it completely and breaking down.

I stood at the entrance of Gate 47, waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the plane to land. It seemed like it wasn’t going to happen.

Where are you Finn? I kept thinking to myself.

Imagine losing your best friend. Just gone-vanished-like she had never been there at all. I felt abandoned and hopeless. There was literally nothing I could do.

I wanted Finn. I wanted him to comfort me, to hold me and tell me everything would be alright in the end. Yet, even those words seemed fake when I thought about them. I knew nothing was going to be the same after this ordeal.

Caspar dying was the first straw, this was the second. The problem was I didn’t know how many straws there were exactly.

I snapped out of my deep thought to find that the plane had landed. I waited for Finn to exit the plane. So many faces came into view, but I pushed them all to the side. There was only one person I wanted to see right now.

Finn.

He stepped out of the vehicle with a straight face, searching the crowd. I felt everything boil over and I ran to him. Fortunately, my small stature allowed me to weave through the thick throng of people that had gathered out of nowhere.

He spotted me just as I reached him and flung my arms around his neck.

“Finn!” I cried out in pure joy. I had missed him so much these past few days. Granted they had been bad with my best friend missing, but even worse without him there for me.  I let it all go and the tears fell from my eyes.

He squeezed me closer to him, making soothing noises as he did so.

“It’s okay, Ang. I got you now…shhhhh…Don’t cry baby” He kept saying.

I finally stopped my body from shaking with cries and let go of his neck to look into his eyes.

“I missed you so much” I told him and pulled him for a kiss. The kiss was probably deeper than it needed to be, give we were in a public place, but I needed him right now. He didn’t even know.

He was the one to pull away first, much to my disappointment.

“What’s going on Ang?” He asks, looking worried. I realized then that Dan hadn’t told anyone about Sam yet. I figured I should tell Finn myself.

“Sam…” I begin. I choke up and can’t get the words out. “Sam…Finn she’s gone” I finally manage to say.

“What are you talking about gone?” he asks.

“She’s missing!” I say tears about to fall out of my eyes once more. “I went over to check on her Friday because Dan called me worried because she wasn’t answering him…and she wasn’t there! She’s not answering my calls or texts, I can’t find her anywhere!” I was in hysterics, attracting a lot of attention from passerbys.

“She’s gone Finn! I think she was taken…” I couldn’t look at his shocked face any longer and put my head in his chest.

I felt his arms surround me, attempting to comfort my sobs, but it wasn’t going to work.

“Calm down Ang” he says, kissing my head. “We’ll find her, trust me, we’ll find her” he says in an assuring voice. I knew he was just saying it to comfort me though. We both knew the reality of this situation, but it was too hard to think about at the moment.

“What’s going on?” I hear a familiar voice behind Finn.

I pull away and run into Jack’s arms, still crying. He looks confused until Finn explains.

Jack was just as close to Sam as I was, so the news hit him harder than neither Finn or I expected. His knees were wobbling and I believed he was on the verge of tears. He finally found a seat and plopped himself into it. He looked pale and worried. I thought he was going to pass out, but he didn’t.

“We…we need to find her” he says after a moment of comprehending the information.

I exhaled a shaky breathe and nodded in his direction. Finn wrapped his arm around me.

 Nothing was worse than the feeling of not knowing if someone you cared about was okay or not. Sam could have been anywhere by now, depending on what had happened. We hoped for the best, but expected the worst. What else were we to do in this situation?

“I assume you’ve notified the police?” Jack asks me and begins to walk toward the luggage claim, Finn and I following his lead.

“Yes” I tell him. “But they said there aren’t any leads for them to follow up on…” I deliver the news, my voice cracking.

Jack stands in front of the conveyer belt, carrying the luggage, and stared blankly at it.

“There has to something…” he says to himself.

When Jack’s luggage comes around after a moment, he doesn’t move to grab it. I nudge Finn and he swiftly maneuvers around a crowd of people to catch up to it.

“Jack…” I say, touching his shoulder.

He flinches and turns to look me in the eye. His usually bright blue eyes were dull and lifeless with ring of red around them. I felt bad for him. A long flight home only to find one of his closest friends was missing and untraceable. I couldn’t imagine how Dan was doing right about now. He had a later flight home due to another conference at Playlist Live and wouldn’t be arriving in London until later that night. It was only 7 p.m., but I felt exhausted.

I waited for Finn to collect his bag and walked outside; holding Jack’s hand like her was a lost toddler. He looked about as broken as I felt on the inside.

“We will find her Jack” I tell him with assurance. “But right now, I think you need to sleep…”

He looks like he wants to protest, but after thinking about it, he closes his mouth and gives in.

We hail a cab and pile into the back seat.  I squeeze Finn’s hand tightly the entire drive home.

“I missed you so much” I tell him, kissing his jaw and resting my head on his neck.

I think Jack fell asleep only moments after we left the airport and I felt like following his lead.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t fall into that deep abyss of sleep. I was scared what my dreams might do, what they might bring to my already conflicted thoughts.

I was lucky to have Finn there to comfort me, and bring me peace of mind. He was my rock. I don’t know what I would do without him. I feel a light kiss on my head as I slip into the darkness of sleep.

Sam-where are you?