Chapter 24

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Dedicated to Caitlin and lucy 💞

Dans POV

This whole situation is so messed up and I'm sitting here wondering if it's worth bringing it all up and out into the open. There's a hell lot of stuff that's gone on between me and Michael that Ben doesn't know about, maybe if Ben knew he would leave Michael and we could finally be together.

It's cold and alone in this room. I'm just casually waiting for someone to show up. George is out, no surprise, and Ben and mike have gone to get mcdonalds as per usual. They should be fatter than they are now. A lot fatter. But Ben continues to be as thin as a stick. Another thing I don't like him for.
I stare out the window until my gaze was interrupted by my phone buzzing loudly on my bum.
I picked out out my pocket and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi dan it's me mike.." Came a very quiet voice from the end of the phone. "We need to talk." He finished.
I laughed. "Yeah we do. But why are you talking like that?"
A silence sounded for a few months before he continued.
"Ben doesn't know I'm talking to you. He's finishing food and I'm in the toilet. Listen, I had a dream the other night.."
"Right, fantastic so did I. In fact I've been having dreams for 18 years. What's new?"
"Dan seriously this dream was really bad I dreamt we did...it."
"It?" I asked. "What's it?"
"Ugh. As in we fucked. In my dream that is and I feel so bad about it I don't know what to say."
I smile. "Well now, you can't say to don't like me like that if you're having those kind of dreams eh?"
"Oh hold on Ben is coming. See you when we get home okay? We're leaving now anyway."
"Okay. Bye."
And with a click of a button, I was back to the pure silence of this room, disturbed only by my own breaths. Such fun.

Ben's POV

"Michael?" I shouted, as i walked into the toilets. I was greeted by a few slaps from several handbags and a lot of women shouting before I realised I had walked into the ladies toilets.
"Oh my gosh ladies I am so sorry. So so sorry!"
I was definitely bright red as I walked out, to see Michael laughing at me from the men's side.
"How clever benji,eh?"
"Don't even go there." I giggled. "What took you so long? I thought you might be giving birth or shagging some guy or something!"
Michaels smirk quickly turned to a face I couldn't read as he fumbled with his fingers and went red.
"No. Why would you think that? I wouldn't cheat? What?"
"Chill, I was joking babe!"
I pulled him in and tucked his head underneath my chin and kissed it.
"Stop worrying baby, okay?"
A mumbled "ok" sounded from below me as I felt him dig his head into my shirt. And then a huge sniffing sound came from below me.
"What are you doing?"
Michael looked up at me with big eyes and a smile.
"You smell like absolute pure fucking sex. I would fuck you right here right now."
"I wouldn't mind that." I winked at him and pushed him up against the wall of the toilet. "But, unfortunately we are in McDonald's and we are in public. So anything like that will have to wait at least ten minutes. Wanna go?"
He nodded and we both practically ran back to my car and drove home.

'Home' was what we now called the holiday home, which won't be home for much longer. We have 2 more days before we fly back to England and back to the shit hole. Two more days of freedom, and no fans.
Michael walked on ahead down the familiar path to the door while I locked up and looked out at the beach. Such a beautiful place. Really, it is such a shame we have to leave. If I could live here I actually would. But something makes me feel like there should be something extra special about this place. Like I should make it a special place where something with me and Michael happened but I just don't know what.
I snapped out of my gaze when I felt a spot of rain drop its way down my forehead, and I rushed inside where Michael was waiting for me with a sandwich and a dvd.
"Film, cuddle...then whatever you want." He said.
I shook my head. "Nah, I'd rather just go straight to bed. And im taking you with me."
I grabbed his arm and pulled him into our room, and told him to lay down on the bed while I took off my top.

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