5SOS One Shots

Tears, guilt and broken people - Michael Clifford

"Whore" "skank" "Fat Ass" "Hoe" "Slut" "Worthless Piece of Shit" "Cunt."
All of this was his fault. All of it. I was used to it ... But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

On the first day of high school, I accidentally bumped into Michael Clifford, the schools most popular jock, and of course, he never let that go, so he bullies me, it's been that way for 2 years... I haven't told anyone, I mean who is there to tell, my mothers an abusive alcoholic and my father, well I don't know, he could be dead in a ditch somewhere, I don't really care either.

"Hey slut, heard about you and Brooklyn, you gave him the clap!" Michael's jock friend Calum called out to me as I quickly walked down the hallway with my head down.

I heard footsteps pacing behind me and felt somebody tug my hair harshly.
"Oi whore, If one of us says something, you fucking reply alright!" Michael growled menacingly in my face, his eyes turning a darker shade with anger.

"Sorry..." I whispered, as he gave my hair one final hard tug before pushing me away from him.

"Michael, hope you didn't stand too close, you might catch her disease!" I heard a cheerleader laugh like a bitch before her heels clopped down hallway in the opposite direction.

Thing is, I've always had a slight crush on michael... Don't ask, I don't know why either... It's just something about his rainbow, constantly changing hair and his mesmerising eyes that got me hooked.

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Lunch

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"THAT BITCH GAVE BROOKLYN THE FUCKING CLAP!" I heard as I walked into the canteen, Michael's red hair making him easy to spot. I kept my head down and kept walking, when I felt something being poured over my head.

"Sorry, it slipped. Now why don't you run home and cry to mommy, or go kill yourself" Michael smirked at me, laughing with an army of cheerleading skanks behind him, all chewing gum loudly and standing with their arms crossed. The whole room erupted into laughter, people filming with their phones and pointing at me. I hated this.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I began to breathe deeply. I shoved Michael's chest and ran out the exit door, trying to hold myself together. I've never cried in front of Michael, I never showed my weakness, no matter how bad it got, I never show any signs of weakness.

I began to panic, tears spilling down my cheeks as I tried to control my breathing, which wasn't working very well.

I heard the canteen slam door shut and I saw Michael look around, before he noticed me, his face falling.
"You're crying..." He said quietly.

"Are you happy now?" I asked, my voice croaky from crying.

"I didn't mean for it to go this far..." He confessed.

"Why are you even here, go back to your army of skanks, or are you out here to rub it in my face again, to make it worse?!" I shouted at him, tears falling faster. "Go on then, tell me I'm a slut, call me a cunt, slap me, I don't care anymore, do what you want to me, I've probably had worse." I continued.

"I don't-" he tried to speak but I cut him off.

"When will it end? I'm sick and tired of being abused, time and time again. In fact, I don't need any of your shit Michael, I get enough of it at home!" I screamed, trying to breathe again.

"No... Listen-" but I cut him off, once again.

"No, you listen to me, I'm come to school to learn, to get the grades I need to get the fuck out of this dead-beat town, but then you arrive and all you've ever done is drag me down, what did I even fucking do to you, I didn't do anything to deserve any of this, the abuse, the comments, the death treats and people constantly telling me to kill myself, well you know what, maybe I'll do us all a favour and I'll go home and I won't come back!" The tears were racing down my face, I haven't ever cried this hard, ever.
"I cut my fucking wrists every night as it is, I don't need this to give me more motivation to do it! I have a shit life, I have nobody, I don't have a mommy to run home crying to like you tell me to, God knows where the fuck my Dad is, what are you trying to do to me. And do you know what the worst part about all of this is, I'm in love with you for fuck sake! And do you know the worst thing about falling for a guy you know isn't right for you? You fall anyway because you think it might turn out to be different!" I took a deep breath and sat down on the bench behind me, sobbing harder. Michael sat next to me and put his arm around me. I stood up, him following and tried to get out of his grip. He pulled me tighter into him, hugging my body like he was protecting it, but I struggled against him.
"Don't get to close, you might catch my disease." I stated, still struggling to get out of his grip. He held me tighter still, despite my trying to get away from him.
"No, shhhhh, calm down, breathe, it's okay. I won't hurt you, just calm down and breathe." He tried to soothe me.
I gave up struggling and relaxed into his body, tears still falling.
"I'm sorry, I really am, I had no idea how much this affected you, I'm really sorry..." Michael apologised, tears threatening to spill from his soft eyes.
"Thats what they all say..." I whispered as I grabbed my bag and ran away.

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I got home and slammed my door, tossing my bag to the floor and running to my room. I locked my bedroom door and ran into my bathroom, grabbing my lighter and my blades.

I sobbed and slid my back down the wall, bringing the blade to my wrists and pushing down as the sharpness of the metal broke through my skin. I took a deep breath and sparked the lighter, a bright, dancing flame coming to life. I brought it to my other arm and let the flame scorch my skin.

After a few minutes, I heard the front door slam open and heavy footsteps running up the stairs, bursting though into my room.

"Shit, no, no, don't tell me, please, no she didn't..." He stopped murmuring to himself when he spotted me, I dropped the lighter and the blade at the sight of Michael, with tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

He ran to me, chucking the blades and lighter across the room, scooping me into his arms and placing me on his lap. He held me tight, his face in my hair and we both calmed down, trying to stop our tears. I turned to face him, and he looked into my eyes, before leaning in and joining our lips. I was slow and passionate, everything a first kiss should be.

"I'm sorry." Michael said once we pulled away.

"It's okay, I'll be okay now." I said starting to pull away, but he held me close by my waist.

"You're not going to be alone, I love you and you're going to be okay, with me." He smiled, pulling me back to him for another kiss, slow and passionate.