One by One || 5sos • au

Chapter 11

"Oh my," I said.

"God," Michael said finishing my sentence.

All we could do was stare at the house with our jaws dropped.

"Umm.. I'll call my insurance company," Michael hesitated.

"Yeah, you do that," I said still looking at the wrecked house.

Michael walked away talking on the phone with his insurance.

"Okay, thanks. Mhm bye," I heard Michael conclude.

"So?" I asked impatiently.

"Well they said that they would send someone to come check it out and until they can get someone to repair it I'm going to have to find another place to stay or a hotel. I can probably just stay with Luke," Michael said.

"No. Stay with us. It'll be a good opportunity for you to get to know my family and I. You already know Luke," I begged.

"Are you sure I can?"

"Well I'll have to ask. Hang on let me call my mom. I'm sure she would be delighted and we have an guest bedroom you can stay in," I smiled and took out my phone to call my mom. I walked to the end of the driveway to be alone while I talk.

"Hey mom?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"So," I began to tell her the story.

"Oh my goodness. Is he okay?!" I could hear her gasp.

"Yeah, he was at Luke's place when it happened. Anyway, can he stay with us till he gets back on his feet?"

"Of course! It would be my pleasure. He can stay in the guest bedroom."

"Thanks mom! I'll be sure to tell him that," I ended the call, not thinking to say bye.

"She said you could and that it would be her pleasure for you to stay in the guest bedroom," I sent him a huge smile and he returned the favor.

"Thanks. It means a lot Becca."

"No problem, Mikey."

Michael went inside to gather his stuff.

He was grateful it wasn't big enough or heavy enough to crash all the way through the house, but it definitely did some damage.

I watched Michael gather all of his things into a suitcase. I realized that Ashton, Ali, and I were the only ones who didn't have our own places. I like living with my family. They make me feel safer than I would than living alone. Plus I have attachment issues and no job.

"You done?" I asked Michael as he zipped up his suitcase.

"Yep, let's go."

I was surprised he was as calm as he was. I mean I would be freaking out. Maybe he's just holding it in.

We got into the car and left the beaten up house.

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"Well, this is your room," I opened the door to the guest bedroom and let Michael walk in.

"I like how this is done. It's very, shall I say, 'elegant,'" he joked.

"Oh shut up. I'm in the room across the hall if you need anything. Okay?" I reassured him.

"Okay. Listen, thanks for doing this for me," he smiled.

"No problem, anything for you," I smiled back. He was staring into my eyes and then at my lips and I couldn't help but stare back. Then just at that moment he leaned in for a kiss. I leaned in also and our lips connected smoothly.

It felt like my lips had found their one true pair. His lips. The kiss was so gentle but passionate and I loved it. He eventually pulled away. I wanted to ask why he did, but I didn't.

He smirked and then went into his room and shut the door. How could he just "leave me hanging" like that. Jerk, but a cute one.

I went back into my room and plopped onto the bed running my fingers over my lips thinking about how good his lips felt on mine. I wanted it to happen again.

Why did this boy give me butterflies like a five year old? He made me feel special.

I've had two dead beat boyfriends who really didn't even care about me and they basically abused me. I'm actually glad we moved to get rid of those unwanted memories.

With him I feel safe. I know he would never hurt me. I want to be with him.

We have a couple weeks of summer left and I'm scared what people will think of me at school.

All the memories of my past flooded into my head. I don't normally like to talk about this but, I used to cut. Everyday I was scared to go to school because I was bullied, beaten, and laughed at. Everyone would make fun of how my ex-boyfriends abused me, saying that I deserved it. No one deserves that. I've been clean for 2 months and right now I want to do it again. All these memories are too much for me. I can't take it.

I felt the tears rolling down my face and I needed a hug. I need one from Michael.

I ran out of my room and into his and all I had to do was stand there with tears in my eyes until he rushed up and hugged me.

"Princess, what's wrong?" he asked concerned.

All I could do was cry.

I couldn't believe he was seeing me like this.

"Shh," he was rubbing my back, "it's okay baby," I wanted to cry more when he called me baby making my heart melt.

"I-I'm s-scared," I stuttered in between my tears.

"It's okay. I'm here. You're safe in my arms," he cooed.

"Can I sleep in here tonight?"

"Of course. I'll keep you safe," he said playing with my hair while I sobbed into his shoulder.

"I got a little makeup on your shirt," I laughed a little.

"It's okay. It'll come out," he laughed looking at me. I knew he would immediately make me feel better.

I climbed into his bed with him and he wrapped his arm around my waist securing me in his arms.

"I love you," he whispered, barely audible.

"What?" I questioned trying to gather my thoughts on what I had just heard.

"Nothing," he kissed my forehead letting me go to sleep.

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a/n- ooohh he said the three words. but Becca didn't hear him correctly or did she??. uh oh. listen guys, I'm sick and I feel awful but I hadn't updated in three days...soo.. I wanted too... I'm out of school now so I should be updating a lot more even tho I already do lol. oh well bye guys