Derek rushed down the streets of London. To a telephone booth. He rushed into slamming the door shut throwing coins into the machine. It was ringing and ringing and ringing
He felt it was finally time to tell someone
"Whoever this is you better make it good, it's freaking six o'clock in the morning in Australia" Ashton snapped tiredly into the phone
"Ashton.. It's me" no longer using the American accent. It was silent on the other line for a few seconds
"Who's me?" Ashton asked cautiously
"It's Michael"
It was silent again but this time you could feel the tension through the phone. Michael looked down in shame
"Whoever this is got their laugh ok? I'm up now! Acting like my best friend is no where near funny and how di--"
"God dammit Ashton. It's me! It's Michael Clifford you sack of shit! I got the number cause I remember your number like Lukes and Calums" Michael growled into the phone
"n-no there's no w-way! You--"
"Come to London! I'm staying at the Hollow Hill Motel a street over from Lukes house. Room 215! I'll tell you everything just don't tell anyone I'm alive" michael said calmly before ending the call. Michael looked around before covering putting his beanie back on and putting sunglasses on.
Dear Michael
Derek hasn't answered my calls today?
Should I be worried?
- Luke
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Dear Michael ; muke (BOOK 2)
FanfictionThat's all Luke felt.. Everything is his fault. BOOK 2 {Sequel to Dear Luke} •☹©∞✓
