Written Words Left Unsaid (Michael Cliffofd Fanfic)

Chapter 26

******TRIGGER WARNING*******

If you are easily triggered, please be aware that there is mention of self harm in this chapter.

I love you all and I'm here for you <3 please stay strong if things are hard, an you can talk to me about anything.

The Author xxx

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Jaz and I sat down on the couch and watched as Luke, Michael and Ashton played each other in FIFA. It took over two hours for them to reach the point were they had had enough. By that time, I had almost forgotten about Tyler and Kelsey, but when my phone vibrated, it all came back.

I checked the message and saw it was from a number that I hadn't contacted in years, it hadn't tried me either. I picked up my phone and started at it, wondering whether I should check it or not. In the end I did.

From Tyler:

Haven't talked in a while. Heard ur in Sydney, see you soon ;)

I just stared at my phone, I didn't realise Michael had come and sat next to me. Why did he want to talk now? Why was I suddenly scared of him?

'Everything ok?' Michael asked me, making me jump a little.

'Um, yeah,' I muttered.

'You sure? You look a little freaked out,' he said wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

'Yeah, I'm fine,' I lied. I felt like I had told that so many times to so many people. I quickly closed the message on my phone and rested it in my lap, leaning on Michael.

'If you say so,' he smiled, kissing my forehead. I smiled and turned my head to face him.

'I do,' I replied cheekily. Michael looked at me and laughed at my cockiness.

'Ok then. Hey, I want to show you something!' Michael said jumping up off the couch and pulling me to the room where all of their instruments were.

'What's in here?' I asked as Michael made me sit on the couch.

'I want to show you something I wrote the other day. When we were running around outside, I kind of got inspiration,' he blushed.

'Really? By the way, you still have to get your face covered!' I reminded him, but was totally blushing about the song.

'Yeah, we can do that tomorrow,' he laughed. 'But I kind of just wrote a bit of a song.'

'Ok, so do I get to hear it?' I asked.

'Oh, right,' Michael laughed nervously. He went and picked up a guitar, sat down on the couch next to me and started to play around with some chords until he was happy. 'Ok, it doesn't have a name, but yeah,' he laughed again, then he started to play the song.

'She sits at home with the lights out,

Seeing life in different colours.

I think it's time that we wake up,

So let me take you away.' Michael sang nervously, not looking up from what he was playing.

'We can run down the street,

With the stars in our eyes.' He chuckled when he snag that line, and I did too, knowing the reference. He continued singing.

'We can tear down this town,

In the dark of the night.

Open the door,

We got time on our side.