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sixteen

OMFG GUYSWHO MADE THIS PICTURE OH THE SIDE??
WHOEVER DID IT,
I LOVE YOU THANK YOU

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Michael's POV.

I let out a breath slowly, trying to keep myself together as much as possible. I felt so bad, and the only source of happiness I could feel right now was the warm hand that was held with my own, and, if I'm being completely honest, it wasn't helping me right now, as much as I wanted or would like it to.

"Where about's is your house, Mike?" Ashton asked me, snapping me away from my thoughts. I glanced up at him through the review mirror, and Darby's thumb ran over mine soothingly. I tried to ignore all the sparks had left on my hand, and focus on Ashton's question instead.

Currently, we were all in the car again, and Ashton was driving, taking each of us home before going home himself. I was sitting on the window side, Darby was next to me and leaning on my shoulder, whispering a few reassuring words to me here and there. Some old ACDC song was playing on a low volume in the background. And of course, Luke, Calum and Tilda were having a massive debate in the back seats about what icecream flavour was the best flavour. Typical.

"Um, 36 Blu-Blunt Road," I spoke, looking up at Ashton again. He nodded and smiled, turning his attention back to the road.
((obviously, fake address guys))

I looked down at Darby, who's head was on my shoulder, her braided hair against my arm, and I smiled. I couldn't help it.

"W-would you um," I began to ask and she looked up at me, waiting for me to finish so she could answer my question.

My eyes locked on hers, and my breath caught in my throat. She nodded, wanting me to go on, but her beautiful, bright hazel eyes were so fucking captivating that I lost my place.

"Sorry, um. Would y-you like t-to um," I started again, taking a deep breath. "Would you like to spend the night at m-my house? I um- I can sleep on the cou-couch, and-" I rushed out, as she stroked my cold fingers with her own warm ones.

"Yeah, I would love to," she smiled at me, nudging her head into my side. I nodded. Hesitantly, I wrapped my arm around her, finally relaxing there after she squeezed my fingers in comfort.

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"Thanks for the g-good n-night, guys. Um, I had a real-really great t-time," I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up slightly.

"No worries, maybe we can do it again sometime. Thanks Mikey," Ashton spoke through the window, before waving and driving away, leaving me and Darby alone on my driveway, hand in hand.

"L-let's g-go inside now," I spoke, and Darby nodded as I began to lead her to the house.

I found the secret key that was hidden underneath the flowerpot and swung open the front door.

"Mum, I'm home," I called out as I entered the lounge room.

She came around the corner, from the kitchen. She had a dish wash in hand and her hair was messy and sweaty from cleaning.

"Hey honey, how was-" she began, but then obviously noticed the beautiful young woman that stood beside me, her hand in mine.
I coughed to get her attention again.

"Oh, sorry, hello," Mum smiled, holding her hand out for Darby to shake.

"Hello, Mrs Clifford. I'm Darby Hemmings. It's so great to meet you," Darby said sweetly and I could see from my mothers eyes that she was shocked. I looked at my feet in embarrassment, my cheeks hinting a slight pink.

"It's nice to meet you too, Darby. Just call me Karen, though," Mum replied as there hands disconnected.
(((we get so disconnected;)))

"Um, mum, me and D-Darby are just going to g-g-go up to my room, um. We'll be back down s-soon," I stuttered, and before mum had the chance to say anything back, I dragged Darby upstairs to my bedroom, her giggling as she tripped over her own foot. I swung open the door and led her in, shyly telling her to make herself comfortable. I was so embarrassing.