I'd Dye For You || m.c.

Chapter 26

Michael's POV

It was officially our last day here, and even though we didn't have to leave until around 4 or 5, I started getting the leaving blues. I was all mopey and sluggish even though it was only 9am and we still had 7-8 hours left here.

To add onto the blues, Zoë had been on the phone with Zayn for the past half hour, laughing and being all sassy. I was happy that she was happy, but I know that I can do her so much better. That sounded wrong.....

What I meant was, I'm sure Zayn is completely capable of taking care of Zoë and protecting her, but I know I can do so much more for her. I can take care of her, protect her, stay with her when she's sad, make her feel happy when she feels hopeless.....I can love her.

So, what is one to do when they are extremely sad and want to be put into an even deeper depression? Put on some MCR.

I whip on Cancer and begin packing my suitcase painfully slow.

Almost all of my stuff is shoved into my small suitcase when I see something sticking out of one of my jumpers. I reach for it and realize that it was a piece of paper. But it was ripped up.

There was one word on it.

Please

Please? What the hell does that mean? And how did this even get here?

I hate puzzles so I just throw the paper into my suitcase and forget about it.

Walking into the bathroom to make sure I didn't leave anything, I see myself in the reflection and notice tears streaming down my cheeks. What the hell? How didn't I notice this?

I quickly grab a towel and wipe the tears away from my eyes and off my cheeks. My eyes were red and puffy making me realize I must have been up here for quite a while. How did I lose track of so much time?

I check my phone and it says it's 12:24pm. What the fudge?!?!

I bolt downstairs and find Kyla, Tony, Zoë, and Zayn playing Monopoly. Zoë and Zayn were a little too close for my comfort, her leaning slightly into his shoulder.

I grit my teeth as I enter the living room and try and put on a happy face.

"Hey Michael. What have you been doing?" Zoë asks.

"Packing, it took longer than I thought it would." I say, mumbling the last part.

"Well, do you want to play? We aren't very far in, we could start over." Zoë offers.

"Nah, I'm going to go for a run." I say, quickly going back upstairs to change into something I could run in.

I can't stand it already. Her being close to another guy, in that kind of way. It makes my blood boil. But I want her to be happy. Ugh my emotions are so freaking mixed right now I can't think!!!

I jog back downstairs and wave goodbye to everyone before bolting out the door.

The fresh air felt so good on my boiling skin. I always run when I need to cool off, but never any other time. I'm not much of the outdoors type.

After about 10 minutes I was completely out of breath but I admittedly felt a lot better.

I decided to start making my way back but an idea popped into my head, making me smirk like the grinch.

I take a slight detour on the way back and find myself on the doorstep of a fairly familiar memory.

I knock on the glass door and see a figure walk towards it.

"Hello?" She asks, but gasps when she sees me.

"Hi Cameron."

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A/N: Ohhhh shit.

Do you remember Cameron?

Michael's ex?

The bitch who cut Zoë's hair?

Oooooooo drama!!!

What's he planning?

Lol anyways, hope you enjoyed <3