The Life of 5sos

Chapter 40

Nyla's P.O.V.

Michael and Luke haven't really been talking to each other and I guess its because Luke's still mad and Michael doesn't really know what to do anymore...
Nobody's really been themselves anymore and everywhere i go there are bad vibes. I've been wanting to talk to Michael but he just pushes me away and says he doesn't need help when I know he does. Luke's just been sulking around not talking much but I understand, hes gone through a lot these past few weeks. That still doesn't give him any reason to completely abandon all his friends and especially boyfriend, not trying to tie up his loose ends. Nya and Calum are seeming to fall even more in love everyday; Im guessing Luke and Michael wish they was really them...Trading places to have the better way. They're love should have went that way but it just went the complete 180° of anything like that. Right now Michaels in the shower, Lukes napping on the couch, and im laying with my back to my bed having all these thoughts. Also second guessing why I didnt get something to eat while I was downstairs in the kitchen. Soon seems like a good time to go talk to Michael about Luke since Lukes passed out on the couch and usually doesn't wake up til late when he naps. The showers still on and its been on for really long, im starting to worry about what hes doing in there. I turn my head toward the alarmclock on my nightstand to see that its 5:57 pm and its been at least 10 minutes since I heard Michael's heavy footsteps enter the bathroom and run the shower. 6:13 and he's still in there but now with the water off. I slide my body around on my bed so my feet are now on the floor and walk out of my room toward the bathroom. Three loud knocks and no response from Michael; hoping he has on a towel I turn the doorknob and push the door foward out of the way, not walking in but standing in the doorway.

There his is.
Looking himself in the eyes through the mirror on the wall
With a towel tryed around his waist and his hands by his sides
His shoulders slouched
Flat wet hair dripping colored dye down to the white towel
Staining it blue
Lights around the mirror shining in his eyes
Luminating the wet tears urging to fall down his cheeks

I knew he felt me there and didnt want to turn to me. I entered in slowly and slipped a towel from the shelves along the walls into my hands. Standing behind him looking at him through the mirror I draped my towel around his shoulders and hung my arms over too, linking my hands together and pushing in to lean my head against the side of his head and the top of his shoulder from behind. In a soft voice I said

"Mikey. Tell me whats wrong. What happened to the guy who was bouncing off walls and soo in love he couldn't take it...?
I miss that you. Whats left here isn't anything like you. Tell me whats wrong"

Suddenly there were no longer any feelings of
Pity
Humiliation
Or Sadness left it him
His whole demeanor changed and the feelings of
Anger
Revenge
And Rage over took him.

"GET OUT GET OUT GET OUTTT! IM SO SICK OF IT ALL! EVERYTHING'S MY FAULT AND IM ALL TO BLAME I CANT TAKE IT!!"

Pushing me out and making me lose my balence I fell to the ground outside the door with my hands out in front of me to cushion my fall. Looking back at him, he slammed the door and the glimpse of a furious look in his eyes stained my eyes. My lips quivered and my vision blurted; Fogging up the hard wood beneath me from my heavy panting sobs and eyes shut. A loud cracking smash echoed through the bathrooms four walls seeping out from under the door into my head. Of course he had done it. He smashed the mirror.

Thats it.
He's not him anymore.
He's lost it.

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