My Guitar//l.h.

Half the Country

➳I'm back

➳Summer has been great so far

➳Enjoy meh update

It has been 4 weeks since my guitar went missing. Me and the boys have searched everywhere, all over the country. We even flew to Canada for crying out loud. Still no guitar. I have had many rage moments and have been very rude, but I know I need to relax. Now, me and the boys were in San Diego. We finally decided to chill out and take a day to relax. My mind was racing. It's somewhere.

I closed my eyes and decided to rest for little.

Or at least try.

My phone began ringing and I answered it immediately.

"hello?"

"yes is this mr.hemmings?

"yes it is!" I yell.

"we just discovered that your guitar was shipped accidentally onto a flight to Florida... Instead of Australia. We apologize for the inconvenience. Would you like us to-"

"Where in Florida? Which airport? How long ago?"

"Well the flight took off four weeks ago and we weren't notified until today. It flew into a small airport in Miami. Would you like us to book you a flight Mr. Hemmings?"

"Yes! Please. Thanks a million." I soon hangup and check my boarding pass they sent me via email. 5 AM tomorrow, flight 207 to Miami.

I can sleep with the hopes of me finding my guitar.

+++Next Morning+++

I woke up and got myself ready for the flight. The boys were aware and said there goodbyes.

"Ciao Lucas." Michael said as we bro-hugged.

"Bye Lukie. Facetime us if you find us! I also want a goodnight text to make sure you haven't gotten attacked but girls." Ashton smiles. I nod and laugh.

"Bye Lukie." Calum says in a baby voice. We all share a group hug.

I exit the door and wait near the end of the driveway.

I caught a cab and arrived in LAX.

After checking in and going through security, I ate a shitload of food a the food court and lounged around, waiting for them to call my flight.

They began calling names and soon I was on the plane. Everyone was getting seated and I realized that there were no more seats. Great.

"Excuse me sir, but please exit this way for the safety of others." The flight attendant said. I rushed tot he back, four people following to catch me. I looked at them before closing the bathroom door and locking myself up. I closed the toilet seat and sat down, letting my bags lay on the semi-dirty bathroom floor. All I heard were screams and yells. The door knob rattled constantly, causing the bathroom walls to shake. I heard the police try shooting the door. I even started to smell a funky smell. I saw a paperclip on the floor and put it inside the lock and looped it around the door knob. Soon, the smell got stronger and darkness took over my body.

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I woke up to darkness. I heard no more chanting outside the bathroom door, no more noise. All I heard was my heavy breathing, awakening from a very deep slumber. How long has it been? I asked myself. I rose up from the floor and got everything together, ready to jump and run as fast as I can. I remove the paper clip and open the door. The sun glared through the open back door, causing me to go blind for a moment. I looked everywhere and saw no one on the airplane. The back door was open as well. I poke my head through the back door and see no one outside. It was all deserted.

I walked down the stairs and looked everywhere for some sort of sign of human activity.

How long was I knocked out for?

I walked into the airport and saw very few people there. Two couples, a baby and a few elderely people filled the giant room, waiting for there flights. I walked down the very wide hallways and made it to an atrium. More people were here, sitting on couches and lounging around. I went towards the baggae claim area and searched high and low for my guitar. I asked mutliple people, even going to baggage claim. Nothing.

I sit against the wall and slide down, hopeless of finding my guitar. I just observe people moving in and out, getting there bags and leaving. I hug my knees and put my head down.

Why is life so hard?

My guitar may not be a big deal, but it is. I have had that guitar since I was a kid and it was special. I have used it for so long and it brings back so many memories.

I bring my head up and see that everyone is gone. Or so I thought.

A beautiful girl stood there by there, looking for her luggage. She seemed--- lost. She was surely beautiful. Her long, jet black hair cascaded down her back, waves upon waves. Her skin was fairly tan and she had on a tank top and skinny jeans... Kinda like me.

She had on minimal makeup and cute hello kitty glasses with the little bow. Her chocolate brown eyes made everything pop out. Everything was perfectly placed ans sized on her. She was like an angel. My thoughts were interuppted when I saw this beautiful girl leave the airport with a guitar shaped bag. It seemed heavy to.

Oh my gosh.

No... It can't be---

My Guitar.

➳Long chapter I know

➳Story is turning in PG for mild language

➳And that is all