HIS FAVOURITE

chapter fourteen

Michaela

I'm so done with my ex. Like, what was I even thinking? But you know what? Atlas came through just when I needed him. I was about to drown myself in drinks, and send texts to my ex.

So, the whole thing with my ex happened because he asked about my outfit. But once he saw what I was wearing, he just started sending me these really mean messages. So, after that, he just completely stopped messaging me. And that's when I noticed that he had posted something on his story.

He was always like that, constantly telling me to switch up my clothes if they were too tight or short. If I refused, he'd get angry and insult my appearance. Eventually, I gave in and wore whatever he wanted, and then he'd be happy and kiss me.

I always thought that was a battle not worth fighting, but now, we're not even together and he's acting all crazy. I don't want to be with someone like that anymore. But his words will always be in my head.

I'm not going to thank Atlas though, nor even acknowledge him at all because I still remember what he done that day and it hurts a lot. So now Atlas and I are back to normal.

Our "normal" is either ignoring each other or bickering, and honestly, that's better than feeling anything other than hate. I can't help but hate him, and the past feels like a thorn that pricks me whenever we're happy together or not hating each other.

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The soft satin red dress rubbed over my body. It sent shivers down my spine.

"You're mine and I don't want anyone seeing your body other than me. Go change into more baggier clothing babe!"

James' stupid words!

I shake that thought and look around. We're at this awesome bar with an open mic night. The performances were incredible, filled with talented singers, guitarists, musicians, and poets.

I've been drinking a little and I see this guy.

He caught my attention with his captivating forest green eyes and a stylish light stubble beard. His muscular physique and dark brown curly hair added to his irresistible charm.

That's Lewis King. A famous singer and guitarist.

I've always loved his songs.

"Hey! I've come to this open mic as a surprise guest." He smiles

As he began to sing his song, it felt like the whole world faded away and it was just the two of us. The crowd's enthusiastic shouts and screams made me want to join in, singing along and waving my hands in the air. His music was absolutely incredible.

After his show he starts giving his fans autographs and I go up to him.

"Hey, I saw you were an eager fan." He says with a smirk "You were singing along to my lyrics."

"Yeh, you're a great artist. One of my favourites." I respond

"So, would you like an autograph?" He asks

"I would love one, but I don't have anything for you to sign," I say, scanning the area for a piece of paper

He stands up in front of me and says "Well, if you don't mind, I have a spot I could sign?"

"Sure." I reply with excitement

He leans down and starts writing on top of my breasts.

My heart is beating rapidly, I hope he doesn't notice.

"There you go," he smiles

"Thanks," I shyly smile back

He then leaves and I go off to the bathroom.

I walk over to the mirror and saw he wrote:

"My number 1 fan."

And he signed it.

As I'm taking pictures of it, Atlas comes in the bathroom.

Great!

"Wow, never saw you go crazy for any of my shows." He says

"Do you not know that you've just entered the women's bathroom?" I furrow my eyebrows

"I'm Atlas Carter, I can do whatever I want."

What a fucking dick!

Anger's plastered on my face.

I can't deal with him tonight.

"Piss off!" I say in a rage

"What's wrong with you tiger?"

"What's wrong with me? Are you serious?"

"You've been ignoring me for the past two weeks, anytime we've been in a room alone you'd leave, so what did I do?"

"Oh, you don't remember when we were dancing and you pushed me." I spit

"I just..."

"Didn't want the guys to see me with you!"

"Wha- no! That's not what it is."

"Then what is it!"

He doesn't reply to it...

"Whatever!" I roll my eyes

As I was about to leave he grabs a tissue and wipes Lewis King's signature off me.

"Are you serious!" I say in rage

I look into the mirror and see the writing smudged off.

That prick!

"I just didn't want another guy to call you his number one fan!" He retorts

"Why's that!" I spit

"Because you'd always be my number one fan, even if you hate me!"

I chuckle at his remark. Is he serious!

"I'm not your fan! Leave me alone, okay!" I push him away and exit the bathroom

AUTHORS NOTE

Heyyy!!!

I would literally go on my knees for Atlas any day!!!

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