Amnesia >> M.C

VI

~ Infinity's POV ~

A groan passed my lips as I sat up, my hand instantly flying to my forehead. A severe pounding sensation filled my mind as I brought my knees up to my chest. I feel tired, have a major migraine, and my body aches all over. What did I do last night? All I remember is going out to the club with the eyes, singing karaoke, and drinking... Wait, I drank yesterday!?

"God dammit!" I thought out loud before wincing in pain. One rule of thumb you should always keep with me; Never, under any circumstances, let Infinity drink any form of alcoholic beverage... it will never end well. "Well, good morning. Hows your head?" Ashton chuckle softly as he walked down the small narrow asle between the bunks, a glass of water in his hands along with small pill tablets which I'm guessing is asprine. I gratefully took both the pills and popped them into my mouth, before taking the cold glass from his rather large hands and downing the small pill tablets.

"What happened last night?" I spoke softly. My throat felt raw and when I talked it sounded as if there was a frog caught in between my vocal cords. "You were practically the life of the party last night. You drank and sang more than the rest of us... and tripped in your heels unfortunatly." He said, his voice catching onto, yet again, another chuckle. So I drowned myself in alcohol, screamed at the top of my lungs, murdered my feet in heels, and fell on my face? See, this is why you NEVER let me drink.

"Did I do anything else?" I questioned as I laid my head back on my pillow, not wanting to move around too much and make myself dizzy, which would just make the migraine worse and would probably make me nauses. "Yeah.... you kind of gave Calum a lap dance last night while he was sitting at the bar. But don't worry, nothing went farther than that, well for you anyways." He replied with a smug grin on his lips. I groaned as I covered my face with my hands, not wanting to look at him nor have him look at me while I'm in my hung over condition. "Fuck my life..." I mumbled into my hands before hearing Ashton burst into a small fit of laughter. "Awe come on Finn,don't think that way. Besides, I havent seen you as happy as you were last night in a long time." He added.

Truth be told, my happiness isn't genuine. Everyday I fake a smile in hopes that I'll be able to cover up my depression, anxeity, and angst. I play the roleof the happy musician well, or so it seems to me, no one has really been able to see past my bravado, not even Ashley. "I was drunk, I'm always happy whenever I'm drunk." I mumble as I roll over slowly so I'm facing the wall. "But still, we should get you drunk more often." Ash said, right before the sound of the tour bus door opening and slamming shut sounded through the whole vehicle.

~ Michael's POV ~

My green hairs a mess, my shirt is partially ripped at the collar, I have lipstick stains all over my neck, chest, and other humanley places, and my head is pounding... but yet I've never felt more alive. Last night I spent my time with that girl at the bar, and boy is she something different. I went back to her place with her, not really having full intentions of a one night stand, but after once kiss from her it all just went up-hill from there. It was a beautiful night, filled with an undeniable feeling of lust and t was rough, just the way I like it. She worked me up in such a way that I broke more than once, and all of the things that she could do with her mouth.. Oh god, if I could spend another night with her I totally would.

A saddened sigh escaped my lips as I walked into the tour bus, the door slamming behind me. "Dude, where'd you take off to last night?" Luke asked as he was snuggled upon the small couch, Ciarra cuddled up in his arms. A small smirk graced my features as a greater memory of last night flooded my mind. "I was with someone, does it matter?" I asked as I reached into the small fridge and pulled out a water bottle, quickly unscrewed the cap and slowly sipped at it. Calum wolf-whisteled, causing the guys to laugh. "She ripped your shirt, and you've got a little something." Cal gestured towards his neck, probably meaning one of the lipstick-stained hickeys she had left on me.

"What can I say? We both like it rough." My smirk continued to stay on my lips as I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. I've always been into rougher, kinky sex, I guess you could say. Being "vanilla" or normal wasn't really my thing. I've never really "made love" either... Well, only with Infinity, but I was young back then. Back then I didn't even know what love was, but then again, does love even exist? Because if it does, it sure does like to hide from the world,or it only lets a select few people enjoy it's superb life style.

"So between you getting laid, and Infinity giving Cal a lap dance, I would say we're all pretty sexually frustrated." Ashley pipped up, her mouth filled with a large spoonful of nutella. Wait, Infinity gave Cal a lap dance? No way! How'd I miss that? She probably did it while I was with that girl, shit if only I was there to stop her... Hold on, why am I worrying over that? It's not like we're together anymore, she's not my girlfriend, and plus she's a big girl she can do whatever the hell she wants when she wants.
I resisted the urge to send a death glare at Calum as I sipped at my water bottle once more. "She really does have a nice bum, you we'rent lying Mike." Calum said matter-of-factly, his lips pulled up in a cheeky smirk. I rolled my eyes at him before throwing out my now empty water bottle. "Well I hoped you enjoyed it, because I'm sure you'll never get to see her ass that up close and personal again." Jealousy boiled in my stomach as I clenched my fist by my sides.

Why am I getting so jealous. She's the one who made up that whole, stupid, plan with Ciarra. She never cared for me, no matter how many times she told me she loved me, no matter the feelings of atomic bombs going off every time her lips molded into mine for a perfect kiss. She probably thought nothing more of me than a little experiment. I was her toy, but if that's the case, why do I feel so over-proective of her still?

She lost me, but why do I feel like I want her back... ?