Meeting Sarah/A Jordan Knight FanFic (Completed)✔️

Chapter One

Chapter One

When I lost her...

The day sucked more than any other day before it.

I ran my fingers across my scalp, my shoulders tensed with anger, and sighed remembering the day.

Sarah was getting married.

Though most of my friends were celebrating a wedding, a union of love, I planned to attend my own heart's funeral.

I was shoving clothes into my suitcase, ready to check out of the Ritz Carlton when my phone began to ring on the half–made king–size bed. "What do you want now, Axel?" I yelled at my phone that I refused to answer.

Exhaling my rage, I continued to pack. I'd lived out of this hotel room since coming back to LA from London. It had become my new home, but I needed to get my life organized now that I was a father. Lyra became my priority, before the music or anything else in my life. I had lost four years of her life and I planned to spend every possible chance making it up to her.

I was also packing my shit so I could move in with Chelsea. I'd left her to win Sarah back only to find out she was expecting a child. It killed me that she lost the baby, and I carried that guilt everywhere I went. I promised her we would make things work. I gave her my word. The doctors said it was a normal miscarriage—whatever the fuck that meant—and that there was nothing we could have done. In my heart, I knew the pain I caused her by leaving was what made her lose the baby. This time around it would be different. I would stay by Chelsea's side.

The screen began to light up again. I scoffed and threw my toothbrush into the suitcase. Reaching across the bed, I snatched my phone. "Hello?"

"Bro, you can't let this happen today," Axel spit out impatiently.

"What are you talking about?" I searched the room, looking for something to distract me as I pretended I had no recollection of what he was referring to. My gaze landed on the dark gray drapes that kept the sun out. I knew what day it was. I'd marked it on my calendar, hoping the day would never arrive.

"You know what the fuck I'm talking about. You can't let her marry this fool!" He shouted the last part.

"Ax, man, it is what it is." I pinched the bridge of my nose, not wanting to listen to him, to what he was trying to dig out of me.

She was fucking getting married.

My heart had yet to accept this.

Under his breath, I heard him say a few more choice words. "That's fucking bullshit."

"Listen..." I paused, digging my fingernails into the back of my neck. "At the end of the day we don't all get what we want, but let me let you go. I have to check out of this hotel soon." I didn't want to drag out the conversation any longer.

I didn't wait for him to say good–bye.

I tossed my phone on the bed and went back to what I was doing. I refused to let my mind wander back to Sarah.

#

Sarah's best friend, Leslie, called me an hour later.

"Hello?" I answered, already frustrated. What did they want me to do?

"This is your last chance to stop this from happening."

Her low voice piqued my interest. "Why are you whispering? Where are you, Leslie?"

"Sarah is getting her makeup done in the other room, so I have to make this fast—"

"No, you don't," I interjected. I wondered if Leslie had ever told Sarah that she was the one who called me on Sarah's birthday and insisted I go see her at work. Because of Leslie, I'd found out about Lyra. "I'm not stopping this wedding. She said yes to him before I came back into her life."