DMs||Luke Hemmings||#wattys2016

Chapter 45

NOTE: Some MAJOR drama in this chapter...........I can assure though, all will be resolved eventually..... :) 

I hummed a tune in my head as I wandered around the LA house, since I opted out of wandering around the city with the others. The news was currently on, the presidential debate being filmed. I checked the time, and it was around 8 PM, and they said they would be back around now. Deciding that there might be traffic, I shrugged their tardiness off and continued to read the book I had gotten myself into. Enveloped in the book, I lost track of time, and eventually fell asleep on the couch, the book falling onto my chest, open to the page I had fallen asleep reading. 

The next morning~

I was still in the same position as when I fell asleep, which confused me. Normally if one of the boys saw me asleep on the couch they'd pick me up and move me, and the house was quiet, even though it was around noon already. I looked outside to see if their car was here and it wasn't, so I frowned. I searched the house for a note from them to see if they just left before I woke up, but didn't find one. My frown deepening, I pulled my phone out and called Luke, only to be sent straight to voicemail. Same thing with every single one of them. Thinking that their phones must be out of power, I decided I'd wait another day-before going to the police. 

My mind was wandering all day as I stayed inside, moping around being bored. Twitter was boring, it was the same tweets over and over again. Instagram was boring, I already went through all the new posts. There was nothing on TV that sounded interesting, and I didn't want to watch any movies. I had lived in LA for most of my life, so there was nothing I could do there. Emmalyn and the other models had just flown back today, so I couldn't hang out with them. Sighing, I flipped my phone over and over again in my hands, staring off into space. Picking up another book, I read that one, before reading another one and another one. By the time night came, my eyes hurt from reading that much. I made myself a quick dinner, sighing as I washed the dishes alone, without the noise created by my best friends. Curling up in a ball in my and Luke's bed, I played their songs to help my fall asleep, wrapped in Luke's shirt and Pengy in my arms. I fell asleep easier than I expected, and had no nightmares. 

The next morning~ 

I walked into the police station, my hands shaking and tears ready to spill. Luke and the others still weren't back-so they were officially missing. I walked up to the desk, surprising the attendant, who clearly knew who I was. 

"Hello." He said politely. 

"Hi. I'm here to report 7 people missing." I said, choking on my words. 

"How long?" He asked.

"2 days." 

"Names?"

"Luke Hemmings, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin, Michael Clifford, Ember Lockwood, Brianna Milay ((A/N: I am completely unsure if I ever gave Brianna a last name...whoops! COMMENT IF I DID AND COMMENT WHAT IT IS)), and Nikki Jones." I said, barely managing to say all of them without sobbing. 

"We'll start searching immediately, Mrs. Hemmings." He assured me, and I nodded, walking out of the police station in a daze and driving back home. I barely made it into the driveway before the force of what I just admitted to hit me. I just declared them missing. They were officially missing. I burst out sobbing, hitting the steering wheel and accidently honking. I turned the car off, before continuing my punching of the steering wheel. 

"It's alway Luke!" I screamed. Always. It was always Luke who had something happen to him. 

"He doesn't deserve this!" I screamed again, slamming my fist down on the dashboard. "None of them do!" I screamed once again, running both hands through my hair. Somebody knocked on my window so I opened it.