Chapter 7.

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So this is a bit shorter than usual because im lazy soz

Ps did anyone else hear about lARRY ON THE PLANE?¿?

THANK U GOD *wipes tear*

Calum's POV

Stupid Michael. Stupid fucking Michael.

Why does he get chance after chance to get out of this place and I've had to rot in here ever since i can remember.

It's not fair, it's just not fair.

He's not even grateful for it. Everytime he gets a chance to finally make a life for himself and get out of here, he fucks it up.

I hate him. I hate him.

I'm not crazy. Why haven't I been given a chance to even experience the world outside. I think about all those years ago when I watched him betray me. I watched him walk right out of them doors, a big smug smile on his face. Ever since that day, all I've been thinking about is getting revenge. I would do everything in my power just to hurt him at this point.

I'm not crazy.

Michaels POV

(1 year before)

"Oh my god, I can't believe you've been missing out on this stuff" Ashton says as he puts yet another cd into his stereo. He has his other hand dipped into a pot of dye swirling it around.

I respond by bopping my head to the music. It's by 'Green Day' Ashton told me. I really like these guys.

"You must have been living under a rock not to hear these guys" Ashton says as he puts another song on thy I haven't heard.

"I guess you could say that" I say. That's all I say however. I don't tell him. I haven't known him that long and I don't want him running away from me like the others do. It doesn't matter anyway, I'll end up back there eventually.

I do feel guilty to keep him in the dark, but I'm not technically lying to him. I'm just not telling him the truth.

"I'm nearly finished" he grumbles to himself more than anything. His tongue is poking out in concentration and his eyes are trained on the hair in his hands.

"Little red riding hood" he chuckles to himself. I groan at him.

"Please don't call me that 24/7 or I'll dye it back to the green" I warn him, a smirk on my lips.

"No you can't do that!" He whines. " I picked this colour out especially for you. Red looks sexy on you. Especially when your blushing like you are now" he adds. Crap, I hate getting compliments. I'm not used to it. That's probably why my cheeks are red. I can't really help it.

He turns me around so that I'm looking in the mirror. We burst out laughing. My hair is flat against my head and slicked back to that my head shape looks extremely strange.

"You look like an egg" Ashton wheezes, doubled over in laughter. I can't even reply because I'm too busy choking with laughter.

The next hour was made up of Ashton keeping me busy trying to distract me from touching my hair and getting dye everywhere.

"Sing me a song, Ash" I plead.

"You sing me a song, I've never heard you sing before" he pleads back. His bottom lip pouting.

"How about we both sing together" I suggest and his entire face lights up with joy.

So we spent the rest of the hour singing every song we knew. Ashton knew so many more than me so we basically just sang the same few songs over and over again.

He didn't seem to my mind because Everytime we would harmonise he would give a big cheeky grin and interlock our fingers.

When the hour was finally up and I could feel my scalp getting itchy we finally decided to wash the dye out.

Ash wouldn't let me do anything though. He insisted that I sit back and let him massage my head. When he was finished and had dried my hair, I took a quick peek in the mirror.

"You look amazing" Ashton murmurs in my ear hugging me from behind. His breath fanning over my ear making me ticklish.

"My little red-head" he whispers.

(Present)

That was 15 months ago. Exactly 4 months before my heart was broken. I never really had the heart to change me hair again after. That would mean that Ashton would be gone completely. So I kept it this way.

Things will never be the same. You know it's wrong what people say. Time doesn't heal pain. It makes it worse. It makes you think of the 'what ifs' or the 'whys'. It gets harder every day.

Especially when your stuck in this shithole to rot and think what if and the whys.

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I'm thinking about making a trailer for this fanfic idk

Anyway hope you had a cool day and pizza comes your way soon

Peace out

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