My Famous Brother's Best Friend

Sorry

(*UNEDITED*)

(in advance; I'm so sorry)

"Babe, wake up," I heard Calum say from beside my bed.

I opened my eyes, seeing him crouching beside my nightstand. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were tired. His outfit consisted of only his boxers, his jeans and T-shirt not necessary when sleeping.

"Do you want coffee or tea?" he said, watching me sit up. I rubbed my eyes, not worrying about the mess of makeup underneath my bags.

"Tea, please?"

He smiled, turning to head back to the kitchen. I stood from the bed, slipping on a pair of Mikey's boxers before joining Calum in the kitchen.

He had two mugs filled to the rim with Carmel coloured liquid, his fingers wrapping around the handle of his coffee.

Michael's weirdness over the past few days was worrying me, his distance and disappearances making my mind roll.

"You alright?" Calum asked, watching my shaky hand grip my mug.

"Do you have any idea what's going on with Michael? I mean I thought things were good with us and everything, but he's acting so strange lately and-"

"Did you sleep with him?" he asked, almost out of curiosity instead of regarding my initial question.

I bit my lip, nodding, "A few days ago."

Calum laughed bitterly, placing his cup down, "That bastard."

"What is it? What did he do?" I asked, trying to get Calum to look at me.

He turned, "He literally fucking used you."

My stomach turned, threatening to drop to my heels, but I needed more details.

"Explain."

He sat down at the small table, a hand threading through his blonde-streaked hair. I wish I could force it out of him quicker, his frustration causing my eyes to sting. What did Michael do?

"Your sweet innocent boyfriend fucking cheated on you. When Ashton and I were gone fucking ballistic looking for you, Michael was off with Penelope!" he shouted.

I was in pure shock, my brain not functioning at the mention of my boyfriend's disloyalty. Was it true? Was Michael with Penelope the night I went missing?

"Then he kept it going till he could get in your pants. Fucking asshole."

I stood with shaky legs, going to the sink. I'm going to be sick.

"Calum, everyone's sleeping," I whimpered, tears finally flowing. I held my head in my hands, listening as Calum threw his mug down into the sink, breaking glass, "HE FUCKING USED YOU."

He was quick on his feet, pacing to the couch to pull Michael to his feet.

"W-Whats wrong man?" Michael said groggily, knocked from his sleepy state when Calum shoved him into the wall, his fist swinging to connect with his jaw.

"Calum! Stop!" I sobbed, unsure as to why I didn't want Michael hurt.

I loved him. I loved him to death. I would die for that boy. But what he did? Fucking broke my heart. I'm in utter shock watching Calum hit him again and again, trying to pull at his arm.

I finally got Calum away from Michael,  pushing him by the chest to be across the room. He instinctively wrapped his arm around me, holding me as I cried into him. This can't be happening. This is a dream. It has to be a dream. Or should I say nightmare.