Without A Trace(Luke Hemmings FF)

Eleven

Zoey's POV:
We walk into the guy's house and Luke walks into the kitchen.

"Hello, Luke. How are you?" A woman asks. He smiles at her.

"I'm okay, Joy. How are you?" He returns.

"Pretty good. Who's this?" She smiles.

"This is Zoey." Luke tells her. She instantly recognizes me from the news and fliers my mum had put up when I went missing.

"Of course! Hi, how are you?" She beams. I give her a smile.

"I'm okay. Thank you." I tell her.

"The boys are downstairs. David's grilling when he gets off of work. You guys should stick around." She invites.

"That would be cool. Thanks." Luke tells her, grabbing a soda out of the fridge.

"You want one?" He holds an orange can to me. I shake my head.

"No, thank you." I tell him. I don't want to intrude.

"Honey, you can have a soda. It's okay." The woman says with a smile, obviously picking up my persona. I smile and take the can from Luke's hand.

"Thank you." I tell her. She smiles in response and Luke leads me down the hall. I gulp at the top of the stairs. He walks down a few, then looks back at me.

"You okay?" he asks. I nod.

"Yeah, it's just... the last time I was in a basement was at," I gulp.

"Well, you know." I mumble. He walks back up the stairs and intertwines my fingers in his. I look down at our hands.

"You're safe. I promise." He says just louder than a whisper. I gulp at his low, raspy voice and nod. We walk down the rest of the stairs and Luke untangles our hands at the last step. I frown, craving more of his touches. I recognize these guys from school, but I don't remember which guy is which. I remember that whichever one is Calum, slept with my best friend, Monica, before she moved to New York. They notice us and the curly-haired one and blue-haired one pause the game.

"Hey, guys. You remember Zoey from school." Luke says as the guys stand to their feet.

"Yeah, I remember her, but I don't remember her being that hot. Hi, I'm Calum." Calum says, holding out his hand. I shake it. Luke gives Calum a smoldering look. Oh, so you're the one who slept with Monica and never called her again.

"What's up, I'm Ashton." The curly one smiles. Oh, he's cute. Why didn't I notice how hot he was in high school?

"And I guess that makes me Michael." The blue-haired one half laughs. I smile and nod.

"Do you play video games?" Michael asks. I shake my head. I see Luke sit on the sofa.

"You don't play video games? Why not?" He asks, sounding absolutely appalled as to how anybody could possibly dislike video games. I shrug my shoulders.

"Mike, give her space." Luke scolds.

"Come here, hon." Luke says, patting the spot next to him. I walk over and sit next to him.

"So, what do you do for fun?" Calum asks me. I sit there silently, not wanting to answer.

"Okay, do you like sports?" Ashton asks.

"What's your favorite food?" Michael adds. I feel like the room is closing in and I start feeling like I can't breathe.

"Guys, stop." Luke scolds them and sets his hand on my knee, shaking it gently.