Mrs. All American (Michael Clifford fan fic) ON HOLD

Chapter 4

We walked in Forever 21 and started to look around. "What about this one?" Michael said smirking, holding up a skimpy bathing suit.

"Um no," I giggled. I walked around and found a white 2-piece. I smiled and went inside the dressing room. I walked over to Michael after putting it on too show him. He looked up and started staring. His mouth hit the floor.

"Wow, y-your body is.......h-hot. We should defiantly get that one," he stuttered looking my body up and down. I walked back into the dressing room and changed back into my regular clothes. I walked up to pay for it and Michael stopped me.

"After seeing you in a bikini, a real turn on I might add, I'm paying for this," he insisted. I blushed and tried to argue but he wouldn't let me. Finally I gave in, and he payed. We walked back to the car and started back.

Michael turned on the radio and 'Centuries' by Fall Out Boy started to play. I started to sing along, as Michael stared at me in shock as the song ended.

"I didn't know you could sing too," he exclaimed. I shrugged as we pulled into the driveway. Michael turned off the car and I got out an headed to the house. I went to the bathroom and changed into my new bathing suit. I walked out and sat at the edge if the pool.

The boys walked out of the house and their jaws dropped. I started to feel a little self-conscious. I stood up and ran back into the house. Of course I wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into someone and fell on my butt. I looked up too meet the warm brown eyes of Zayn Malik.

"You ok, love?" he asked.

"Um...y-ya are you?" I asked, well, more like stuttered. I could feel the blush rise too my cheeks as he helped me up. He chuckled.

"I never caught your name, love. I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik. And you are?" he asked cockily.

"Ashley. Ashley Miller," I replied mocking him with a small smile as I look down. "Don't you have a girlfriend anyway?"

"Yeah, he does. But I'm not his girlfriend, I'm his fiancée, Perrie," she smiled at me. She was georgous. Blonde hair, perfect body. I could never compare too her. I smiled and introduced myself to her. She's a real sweetheart.

'Shes so perfect. I wish I looked more like her,' I thought to myself. She's also in a girl group, Little Mix. I walked into my room and looked at my wrists. There were scars, and they were starting to fade. I didn't like that. I promised Ashton that I wouldn't do it, but some promises are meant to be broken I guess.

I walked over to my night stand and pulled out my blade. I made 5 cuts on my left wrist and 6 on my right. I sat there and thought about what a failure I was.

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A/N: Sorry for the short crappy update. This was a filler anyway. I've actually met Perrie in real life. she's so sweet! Anyways, the picture at the top/side is the bathing suit Ashley picked out.

Bye guys,
Erika Xx