Somewhere New// mgc

Talk

**Still Zoe's POV**

"You're discharged now. Please just sign these papers." The brunette secretary said. I quickly put a messy signature. "Thank you," I quickly mumble trying to be polite.

I grab my water bottle, and take a huge gulp. As I stepped outside that chemical-smelling place, I wonder, "where am I gonna go?" I sit on the bench in front of the hospital. I had a huge headache and all I wanted was a warm comforatble bed to sleep in.

A red haired boy sat on the same bench I was in. "Hi," he said as he tried to talk with me. "Hi," I said quietly. "Shy one, eh?" He says. I look him dead in the eyes. "Sorry," he says smirking.

He had an eyebrow piercing and a smile that I could stare at forever. After everything that has happened to me, I felt as if I shouldn't trust him.

"Michael. Michael Clifford." He introduces.

"Zoe." I say.

"Why are you here?" He asks.

"My ex, he beat me and now, I have memory loss." I tear up as I say those words.

"Don't cry," he says as his attempt to calm me down. He puts his thumb on my cheek to wipe the tears. His touch made me feel... Weird. I felt like there were sparks flying from the pit of my stomach. Never have I felt this way.

There was something that made me feel secure, like he actually cared.

"I don't even have family. Or friends. No one. No one," I stuttered.

"Maybe you can come with me? I can book you a hotel or something." He says.

"I don't even know you," I reply.

"Please. I promise. I'm not an asshole. Just please... Let me help. There's a hotel 4 blocks away. I can't see you here like this." He says as he tries to persuade me to go with him.

"Okay then, take me, just don't murder me." I half joke.

He laughs a little. "I promise I won't ever do that."

I got into his bright red car. As he started the engine, he talks about his life, and his dream to become a famous band with his 3 other buddies.

**Michaels POV**

It was awkward in half the car ride. I tried to get her to loosen up, but my various attempts failed. I felt so bad for her, she's such a sweet girl, and a fucking dipshit ruined her life.

I wanted to do more, other than just get her a damn hotel room and leave her to manage on her own. As I pull up to the hotel parking lot, she speaks. "Thank you, so much."

"No problem. Would you mind if I had your number?" I say taking out my phone.

She types in the number and thanks me again as I book her the hotel room.

A/N: omg I haven't updated in so damn long, there are so many problems in school n shit like that. This sucks so bad, I'm sorryyyyy:(