Where We Collide // l.h.

Chapter 1

I'M BACK

What you've been waiting for.

The first chapter of When We Collide is here.

Enjoy.

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*previously on Alone*

When I got home I changed into my pajamas and was about to go directly to bed, like any other day, until I felt the giant need to stay awake. Like something was going to happen and I needed to be awake for this. 30 minutes passed. Then an hour. Then two. And just when I was about to sleep a knock came to my door. I looked at the clock and it read 12:37PM. Who could it be this late? I stand up and go to answer the door.

Luke's POV

I tap my fingers on the door frame to I Miss You by Blink-182, one of my favorite songs, as I waited impatiently for the door to open. I knocked on it a few seconds before and my hands were starting to get sweaty with nervousness. How was she gonna react? Is it bad that I came? I just had to. I had this uneasy feeling that told me I needed to be here for Emma, and for me. The door swings open to reveal a very sleepy-looking Emma. At first she had a confusing look on her face but then the tiredness ran away from her face and her expression fell, just like she realized she was not sleeping and that I was really here. She sucked in a breath and eyed me from the top of me to the bottom. When our eyes met she drove hers away like she was guilty of something, and the uneasy feeling grows in my stomach again.

"Luke.. What are you doing here?"

"Well I'm here to see you and Jude of course. Why else would I be here?" I ask her and a worried expression flashes her eyes but she quickly hides it.

"Luke we need to talk.." She tells me and I have a confusing expression on my face. What happened while I was away on tour? I walk inside the house and look frantically for Jude. I look inside all the rooms, but can't find him.

"Where's Jude?" I ask her with an angry feeling rushing through my body.

"He.. They.. Luke sit down plea-"

"Where is he?!" I suddenly scream. I run my hands through my face in frustration.

"It all happened so fast. Child services took him away while I was out... I-" I was gonna let her finish but the words got processed quickly and anger fills me. Without thinking, I punch the wall and make a hole in it. She quickly walks up to me and tries to hold my hands.

''Don't touch me! I don't want to get physical. Just don't touch me!" I scream and a a scared expression flashes her face. I quickly compose my self and walk out of the house. I throw the door after I'm out.

I quickly call a taxi and make him take me to the nearest hotel. He pulls over in a fancy looking hotel. I look at the name of the hotel and in big letters you can read 'Marriott Hotel'. I pay the taxi driver and quickly go to the registration. After 15 minutes they give me a room and the key for it. I quickly got up to my room and throw my bag to the side.

I sit on the edge of the bed and feel reality catch up with me. I try to breath but I feel it trapped in my throat. I let out a loud sob, and for the first time ever I felt like I was gonna die. Die of sadness, loneliness, emptiness of knowing that Jude, my baby, was taken away. Why didn't she tell me? We could've fixed it together as soon as it happened. This didn't had to happen. Its all my fault. If I didn't cheat on Emma she wouldn't have the need to move into a bad neighborhood, and do whatever she was doing to get Jude taken away. Probably drugs and alcohol. I call Ashton, but it sounds off, Calum but its off too, I quickly type Michael's name and after a few rings I hear Michale's morning voice though the phone. He was about to say something until I let out sobs, until they stop becoming sobs, but cries, screams, and curses. Michael tries to calm me down, but its all worthless. The only thing that could calm me down at this point is the feeling of Jude in my arms. I quickly hung up the phone and throw it out of the window. I grab the comforters of the bed and throw them. I also grab one of the pillows and try to rip it off. Maybe if I let anger out I'll feel better. But that didn't work either. I sit on the tube of the bathroom and turn on the water. I didn't know at which temperature I put it on until the cold water hit my warm body. I watch the water hit the floor at the same as my tears, which only makes my sobs worse. Who knew something could hurt this much? I would prefer being burned alive than feeling this right now. The tub fills with water, and the thought of drowning myself in it comes to mind. If I wasn't living happily, what was the point of living at all? After I feel like all energy is drained from me and that I have no more tears left to cry, I stand up and turn off the water. I look at my reflection in the mirror. My puffy red eyes, my flushed cheeks, and my sad stare, and I think to myself,

What do you call it when all you feel is pain, and when your loved ones look at you all you feel is shame?

After that I decide to change into warm boxers, and get into bed. Tomorrow I'm gonna look in every little corner of this fucking country, city, continent, and world if I have to, until I find Jude.

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