Panic ✥Kiss Me Sequel✥

CHAPTER 1

This has been long awaited...updates on Fridays. Whooooop. I hope you guys like this starter bit. Also, please note that I'm sort of changing the plot completely!? So yeah, scratch everything I told some of you... We got kiss me too 100 k + reads. And that's more than I EVER hoped for. I love you all and hope that you'll live a happy life full of pizza and ice cream and music. :D -Hannah

"Life without Luke-" the reporter starts off, young, clueless, has she done her research before asking this question? I highly doubt it.

"There is no life without Luke." I correct her, and with that, she sits down again, I don't feel sorry.

I select a tall male to speak, blonde hair, blue eyes. It's him yet it isn't, my mind has been playing tricks on me ever since. Blink once, twice, three times. Back to normal, he still is tall, brown hair, early 30's, late 20's.

"With the band being on hiatus, when do you presume it being over?" He asks.

"I don't ever think we can find a replacement, I know bands do it all the time, but he's just too hard to let go." I don't answer the question given, Because we all know it's never.

One final hand remains, I call on her, "Calum Hood, did you or did you not have a relationship with Luke Hemmings."

"Define relationship." I lean forward to speak, and that answers it, they know, it's out there.

"As in, 'like like' " she uses quotations, she thinks it's funny to use the childish terms. It isn't. I'm cold now. It's been 113 days since, I can't even think it. Since he died. He's gone. It's June 7th, 2014.

"Yes." I speak before my brain can comprehend, but it doesn't matter anymore. I am already ruined.

"No further questions." A lady in a tacky pant suit speaks.

"Thank god." I groan, and yeah, I'm sort of a dick.

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"Sorry." I speak into the receiver. I think I am, but I don't believe I am.

"It's okay." Sher answers back, the one who I thought ruined it all. And by the sound of her voice. I know she's blaming it on me, he orders the flowers for me, he wrote the note for me, he gave his life for me.

"I really am, I was such a twat and I ruined it Sher, you and I both know, I ruined it."

"Cal-"

"Why do I ruin everything I touch." I whisper. "My mom, gone, completely done with me, Mike and Ash, gone, fed up with my shit, I would be too, I am with myself-"

"Calum!" She snaps, "don't."

I ignore her pleads. "All my friends, gone. Over, they won't even put up with me. And Luke-" I take a intake of breath. "I killed him Sher."

"Calum, you and I both know, we both were close to him, it wasn't your fault!"

"But it was." I say softly, choking behind my own words. "They are all lies, lies that I didn't do it. Sher, I'm going to ask you one thing. If Luke hasn't written that note to me, would he be alive?"

A pause. "Yes." She breaths, and that's all I need. I hang up the phone. I trudge up the steps of my own two story apartment.

I finally open the journal. And inside are two plane tickets. Confused I look beneath them at the messy, loopy,handwriting

For Fray, I couldn't wait for you to get the tickets yourself.

And if that wasn't enough, the date that the plane left was 02-14-14.

So without thinking, I throw them into the fire place. I watch them burn with wet cheeks. If I kept them. It would just make it worse. The pain would never disappear. It would haunt me. But the pain in never ending, it's always haunting. I literally am feeding the fire as it grows bigger before my eyes.

'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Lies. Luke killed me, Luke ruined me. I'm not strong. I'm not fine at all.