He's just my hero

Everything that happend

Hayden looked down, she felt embarassed. It was her fault, she deserved his hits. She looked over her shoulder. Charlie was sipping his water and clenching his fists, his eyes were dark. Almost evil-like. He sat his water down, she flinched. "Your such a screw-up? What'd you tell them?!" He got in her face, he looked souless. "I-I didn't say anything.. They just looked at me funny." She nervously answered, trying not to look him in the face directly. "Honestly? You knew the bruises were there! Why couldn't you wear a long-sleeved shirt for fuck's sake? Now people are talking." He looked around, then pulled his fist back and struck her in the lip. She shreiked and instantly fell to the ground cradeling her face. "Oh shut up, it didn't even hurt that bad." He snarled. "why do you do this to me.." she whispered, but her soft voice shook. "What was that?" He turned around, and quickly punted her side. "Say something again you worthless whore?!" He looked down at her. Hayden layed on the cold wooden floor shaking. She managed to crawl towards the couch and climb a top.

  

(Michael's house 2:29 pm)

Michael looked around and gurgled his saliva and stretched, pulling into a yawn. "LUKE. LUKE. LUCAS." Mikey repeated like a broken record, no response. "Ughh." He pulled out his phone and began dm-ing Hayden. "Hey :)". He smiled while sending the message. He'd met Hayden on twitter, sweet girl. Soon he got a notification. "Hey :(". She replied. "What wrong dearie?" He rolled onto his stomach and snatched the remote. "Hmph." He sobbed. "Bad day, wen u flying into boston? :)". He read the response and slightly smiled. "2mrw, I need :*'s for gluck." He slyly grinned. "I have a boyfriend Michael Gordon Clifford.:/". He sighed and began typing, all you could hear were little clicking sounds. "I know i know, but you still should.;)" he sent the flirtacious text. "No, charlies sweet. i love him, u know that.." Mikey read it and stopped replying.

(Airport 8:34 am)

Michael walked out of the plane with Ashton, Luke and Calum. Soon a girl with straight brown hair with blond tips ran up embracing Mikey. "Hey..." Calum backed up, the boys didn't know who she was. Michael giggled and snuggled his warm cheek against her neck. "Hey Hayden!" His accent notched to a higher squeaky pitch. "It's great to finally meet you!" She stamered. Michael looked down and noticed her split lip. "What's with the lip?" He slight smiled. "Oh, I fell and smacked my face off the ground... haha." She looked around and tried to change the subject. "So! These must be the famous band.. Ashton?" She pointed at the tan one with a bandana. "Yep." He smiled. "Cal-pal?" She giggled and her deep dimples peaked. "Hah! You got it." He winked and gave her cheek a pinch. "She's got chubby cheeks too!" He grinned. "Annd, the tall slender Luke Hemmings?" She gave a smile. "Oh yes, 'slender'." He chuckled and gave a thumbs up. Hayden grabbed Michael's hand and quickly guided him. "I got you guys 4 hotel suites!" She slightly shouted in excitement.

  "Thanks." The boys said, Michael just stared at her seductively. 

(Hotel 11:47 am, Michael's suite)

  "Roomy right?" She flopped onto the bed. Mikey flopped beside her. He looked over at her. "god.." He sighed. "What?" She sat up and looked confused. "Your so beautiful.." He shook his head and closed his eyes. She began blushing. "Hah.. thank you. I don't get told that often." She closed her eyes. They kept talking, then all of a sudden Mikey stopped talking, her eyes were still closed. All of a sudden she felt another body a top of her. Tender kisses began to cover her neck, she shot her eyes open. She grabbed his jawline. "Mikey stop.. Char-..." She was stopped by a forced kiss. Then he climbed back onto her. Next thing she knew her pants were off. "Michael... i'm a virgin." She gulped. "So am I.. I just watch alot of porn." He then sat her up and took her shirt off. "Waii-t...." She shouted. Her shirt was off, her torso was covered in scars and bruises. And slashes. "Hayden..." He looked up and dropped her shirt. "Did you do this to yourself?!" He gave an intense look into her hazel eyes. "You don't understand.." She whispered, tears ran down her rosey cheeks. "Who the fuck did this to you!?" He stood up and slammed his hand on the dresser, then he paced back and forth and punched the mirror. "Mikey stop.." She was now crying and shreiking.. "Please.." She stood up and rammed her body into his and layed her head on his bulky chest. "I wanna kill him.." Michael said and closed his eyes. "Who..." She knew he meant Charlie, but she was scared if he'd say anything. "I could take him.." He looked around. "I know, but I just stress him out, so.. He doesn't know how to deal with stress." She still embraced his chest. "I will kick his ass, your way too good for that low-life." He kissed the top of her head. She looked up gently. "It's okay.. really." She sighed. "C'mon." She pushed him onto the bed, she then climbed onto the bed and layed next to him.