My Bestfriend's Lover Sequel: He Doesn't Know

Epilogue: Alive

Calum's POV

Two years after

"Whoo! Congratulations!" They all cheered happily, greeting one another - the management, the band, everyone that's been part of the team.

It's been almost three years now since we've been noticed by One Direction and we've started touring on our own, recording our own songs, releasing new singles, doing meet and greets and a lot more that we could ever dream off.

I sighed, looking at the mirror, after locking myself in the bathroom. Nothing new, the usual me, brown eyes. I dyed my hair back to black a few months ago after bleaching my bangs.

My eyes landed on the tattoo at my wrist that I got a year ago. It was now the only thing I got after losing her, the only thing that remind me of her love for me, of the love we shared together - the love that I lost.

One month after the crash, everyone gave up and they officially announced her dead. I didn't stopped believing that she's still out there, not without a body. I insisted that they just couldn't find her, some said that she must have been washed far away or was pushed deep into the sea or something worst. I don't even wanna think about anymore.

Up until now, I don't know whether to finally believe it or not. Still no body, but we have no trace whatsoever.

For over a year, I was grieving for my lost. I didn't wanna get over her. I still haven't. But I tried my best to be strong and go on with my life. For myself, for my friends, for my family - and for her. I know she'd want this, whether she's here or not. I got her initials tattooed on my wrist a year after she went missing - maybe to move forward, or just not to forget, I don't know. I've been doing both.... 

We hit off the billboard chart today, that's why they're celebrating outside, here at our studio house. I am happy, of course I am.

But, like what I said, two years ago, exactly this day, was the day they announced her dead. I can't find the guts to celebrate with the boys without being devastated.

"Are you done yet?" Someone called on the other side of the door after trying to twist the knob. He knocked, "I need to pee."

I immediately wiped the drop of tear that was forming at the edge of my eyes, and opened the door. Luke smiled at me.

"Oh, hey, Calum," he said. I smiled back. "Do you mind?"

He gestured at me, as I was blocking the door. I chuckled, getting out of the way so he can go in.

"Thanks," he patted me on the shoulder. "See you in a bit."

Then he closed the door behind. I made my way to the kitchen to get something to drink. Michael was munching on a pizza with a drink on his hand.

Typical Michael, I thought.

I smirked, sitting beside Ashton who was on the couch, holding the remote high as he change channel after channel.

And, right then, I saw something - someone rather - that caught my eyes.

"Wait, wait!" I said abruptly, tapping him on his arm. "Turn back! Turn back!"

"O..." he started, confused, "..kay? Okay. Which one?"

"The one with Asians," I said.

"You certainly look like one," he chuckled. I glared at him. He simply laughed at me and turned the channel back. "Alright, I'm kidding. This one?"

"I saw her," I muttered, as I stare at the tv screen. Ashton raised his eyebrow at me, confused. The interviewer was reading some questions from the screen, obviously for someone she was with.