Australian Love Affair

London

~2 months later~
Sophie's P.O.V.
It's the 28th of February! Mickey's birthday is in 2 weeks. He's gonna be one! My little boy will be one! I've been arguing with Michael a lot lately and over stupid things. Like he left his clothes on the bathroom floor or he dumped wet towels on the bed. He's leaving me to do all the cooking and cleaning too. He'll just say 'I'm hungry, make me something would you?' And I have to do everything with Mickey. Michael lays in his bed or plays video games all day or he's out at the studio till late or simply just hanging with the guys. If Mickey cries in the middle of the night which he doesn't do that often but when he does, I simply ask Michael. 'Could you please get him?' And Michael will groan at me and say 'No, I need my sleep! You get him.' So I get him cos I don't want to cause an argument in the middle of the night when my son needs me. It's Saturday and today, Michael lay in his bed till 4pm and he just got up. I'm sitting watching TV with my son. It's this show he loves "DinoPaws". He sits and laughs at it all the time. It's his favourite show. That and "Tommy Zoom". I hear Michael coming down the stairs but my eyes don't leave the screen. I feel him sit beside me and see out the corner of my eye, he grabs his X-box controller. 'Can I play C.O.D.?' He asks. I turn to him. 'No, you can't!' I say before turning back to the screen. 'Why?' Michael asks. 'Because our son is watching "DinoPaws".' I say, eyes not leaving the screen this time. 'Fine!' Michael grumbles, throwing the controller onto the coffee table and stands up, walking towards the door. 'How childish.' I mumble. 'I'm childish?! That fucking show you are watching is childish!' Michael yells. 'I'm watching it because our son loves it.' I say, calmly. 'Whatever.' Michael grumbles, throwing his leather jacket on and walking out the door, slamming it. I feel the tears threaten to spill as I reach for my phone. I call Dionne's number. 'Hello?' She asks. 'Dionne, it's me.' I say. 'Hey Soph, what's wrong? Are you okay?' 'Not really. Michael just stormed off again and he yelled at me in front of Mickey.' 'I'm coming over. I'll be there soon.' 'Thanks.' I mumble hanging up and wiping my tears away. My son turns to me and crawls over to me and places his little hands on my legs. I look towards the TV and see his show is still on. He wanted to make sure his mommy was okay. I lift up my angel and sit him on my lap. We cuddle together till Dionne arrives. Dionne then plays with Mickey while I make coffee. 'So you's have been fighting a lot lately?' Dionne asks and I nod. 'I'm always trying to keep calm but then he raises his voice and as much as I try to keep calm, I end up raising my voice too but 'cos Mickey was right in front of me, I kept calm. Then as Michael took his strop, I muttered 'childish' under my breath and he yelled at me saying I was childish for watching Mickey's show with him.' 'What a prick!' Dionne says and I laugh. Mickey looks at Dionne and pats her arm saying 'Nuh!' Dionne giggles and I say 'That's you told! You aren't to say such a word, auntie Dionne.' And we both laugh causing Mickey to laugh. Dionne stays with us for dinner before she leaves at 9pm. She stayed about 4 and a half hours so she decided to go home to Ashton. Just after Dionne left, Mickey fell asleep so I put him in his crib and waited for Michael to get home. I stayed up playing a game that involves killing people on Michael's X-box. At around midnight, Michael walks through the door. I hear him stumble around as I turn the X-box off. I walk to where he is and watch as he staggers all over the place. As Michael heads towards the stairs, I clear my throat. He turns towards me with a startled look. 'Where have you been?' I ask, my arms folded. 'Umm, I was at Ashton's.' He says. 'No you weren't. Dionne was here and Ashton was texting her.' I say. 'Oh, I was at Luke's.' Michael says. 'No you weren't. Luke was out with Chloe today.' I say. 'I was at Calum's.' He says. I chuckle under my breath. 'Calum and Lucy are in Penrith for the weekend.' 'Well I was at Hayden's then!' Michael says. Does he really think I'm gonna believe him after he said he was at the boys' houses but I knew he wasn't? 'Bullshit, Michael!' I say. 'You were at the bar, drinking!' 'No I wasn't!' He defends. 'I can smell the alcohol from here!' I state. 'So what if I was out drinking? You don't control me! You aren't even my wife yet!' Michael begins to raise his voice. I pause for a minute. 'You know what Michael, I'm not your wife yet. And how about I never be!' I snap, while taking off my engagement ring and throwing it at him. The ring hits his chest and falls onto the floor in front of him. I take off upstairs as the tears begin to flow. I close the bedroom door and sit at the bottom of the double bed and cry softly. After a few minutes, I dry my eyes, just before Michael storms through the bedroom door. 'You are not fucking leaving me!' Michael states. 'Oh really? You don't control me, Michael! I am leaving you and you can't stop me!' I say, raising my voice. 'NO! I won't let you!' He says, raising his own voice louder. 'You said it yourself 5 minutes ago, Michael! We aren't even married!' 'I don't care! You aren't leaving me! You are not taking MY son off me!' Michael yells. 'OUR son, Michael! OUR son! I'm the one who carried him for 9 months and gave birth to him, Michael! And if it wasn't for the fact he's sleeping, I would leave you tonight! But since you went out and got so fucking drunk, due to the hangover you'll have tomorrow, I'll be gone when you wake up!' 'SHUT UP! YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME!' Michael roars at me, gripping my arms, scaring me. My lip starts to quiver but I stop it and take off out the room and into Mickey's. I gently lift him out of his crib and into his car seat. I grab a load of his clothes and carry him and his things through to the bedroom. I throw a load of my clothes in my weekend bag and grab everything and rush downstairs and into my car as Michael follows behind. I strap Mickey in to the car and even though drunken Michael tries to stop me, I successfully drive out of what once was our driveway and drive to my mom's. I let myself in with my key and I'm surprised to see my mom still awake. Once I put Mickey into his crib, I tell her what happened before falling asleep.
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Michael's P.O.V.
After Sophie left, I went in the house and took a beer out of the fridge. I pull the cap off with force and chuck it somewhere in the kitchen. I drink about half of the bottle on the way up the stairs and collapse onto the bed, passing out.
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I wake the next morning and feel about the bed for my girl and my smile fades when I find she's not beside me. With my eyes still shut, I call out for her. 'Sophie? Baby? Where are you?' I open my eyes and get up and look around. I notice a load of her stuff is missing. What? I run through to Mickey's room to find most of all his things are gone. I then remember what happened last night.....no! No! NO! I fucked up! I need her! I need my girl back! I need my little boy! I text Dionne and ask if she knows where she went. I presume Dionne was still asleep though so I went for a quick shower and just as I finished getting dressed, she texted back.
To: Mikey
From: Dionne
You screwed up Mike, you really hurt my sister. She's leaving today.

To: Dionne
From: Mikey
What do you mean she's leaving? Where is she going?

To: Mikey
From: Dionne
She didn't tell me but what I will say is she said she's going somewhere to see someone who won't hurt her.

Someone who won't hurt her? Who is she going to see? There's no one I can think off.
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Sophie's P.O.V.
The next morning when I wake, I call up Harry. 'Harry, it's me. I need your help.....' 'What's wrong? Is everything okay?' Harry asks. 'I had a fight with Michael and I left him. I need to get away.' I say. 'You wanna come to London?' He asks. 'Please?' 'Of course, you and Mickey are more than welcome to stay with me.' 'Thank you.' 'No bother, just text me when your flight is due in and I'll pick you up. I'll even pick up a crib for Mickey.' 'Thank you Harry. Really.' I then go on my laptop and book my flight to London. I text Harry to tell him my flight is at 7.00am in Sydney.
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After a long flight, me and Mickey arrive in London. He's a bit cranky with being on the plane but as soon as I get to Harry's, I'll put him down for a nap. Just after 6.30am, I land in London and Harry picks me up in London. As I'm walking through the airport, I see the curly darling walking towards me with a grin on his face. He engulfs me in a hug. 'Hey.' he breathes out. 'Hi.' I breath out. Haz pulls back and smiles at me then his eyes avert to Mickey. 'And look at this little angel!' He coos, taking him from me. 'He's a little cranky.' I tell him so Haz knew why he wasn't very responsive. 'Aw poor soul probably has Jetlag.' Once we get to Harry's, he puts Mickey into the crib he bought and he fell straight asleep. Haz then sits beside me on the couch with his arms wrapped tightly around me as I tell him exactly what's been happening. He sits there listening to every word and doesn't say anything till I've finished talking. 'Well bub, Michael is being silly. He needs to stop taking you for granted. But if he really loves you as much as he says he does, I bet he'll come talk to you soon enough.' 'He doesn't know I'm here.' I mumble. 'Hunny, you know the fans, unfortunately he'll find out eventually and come for you.' I just nod slowly then something clicks. 'What do you mean unfortunately?' I ask, confused. 'Oh you know, I thought you wanted space from him right now.' 'I do but....never mind.' I mumble, laying my head against Harry's chest as we sit in comfortable silence. I know I shouldn't have come here since Harry has always been my favourite but I wasn't thinking straight. Oh well, I'm here now and Harry doesn't mind me right now. Which is probably another reason I shouldn't be here. But I needed to be away from Michael and if I was in Australia he'd find me. I feel bad because I didn't even tell my own sister where I was going, all I said was I was going somewhere to see someone who wouldn't hurt me like Michael did. Well I doubt Harry would make a move anyways so I have nothing to worry about.....