A/N: I really like this pic of Zayn btw he's still dead
Previously on the Homeless Boy....
"Janae!"
"Natasha?"
*coughs* "Janae!!"
"Michael!!! What the hell?"
I walked into the room, closing the door behind me. Shocked would be an understatement. Bewildered, Surprised, Confused, Staggered, Outraged....Natasha stared at me, confused just like me.
"Are you fucking her too!!" Natasha yells pointing at me. I should have spoken up and cleared everything but I stayed quiet. Im so confused, and disgusted. Is Natasha the NatNat he was talking to yesterday I mean early this morning?
Michael didn't look as burnt as I pictured just a couple of cuts and bruises. He was wearing a hospital gown, with Iv's inserted around his arm and two tubes in his nose to deliver oxygen. His white hair, usually sprawled everywhere, laid flat on his head.
"N-No Nat, your the only one" he coughs. Natasha looked like she didn't believe him but let it go. She turned to me, with her arms crossed.
"Why are here?" she asked raising her brow.
"Why are you here?"
"This is myyyy boyfriend" she points at Michael. "im here cause his house burnt down and he has no other place to go, im here cause he has no family here in the U.S. Im here cause I love him. Now tell me Janae, why are you here? Are you his side hoe?"
Did she just say what I thought she just said?
"Look Natasha, Im just a..."
"Just a what?"
"She's just a friend Nat", Michael groans, sitting up in the bed. "Can I have friends?"
Wow were friends, I say more as a acquaintance
I shift back and forth on my feet, I should just give him the hoodie and leave. I don't have no business being here, Harry doesn't even know im here but if he finds out..
"You cant be friends with my bestfriend!!!"
"Bestfriends? You know her Nat?" Michael asked, glancing at me.
"Yes, I know her!!!"
Michael shifts uncomfortably on the little bed. "Does she know?" he asked me.
"No what? What should I know?" Natasha furiously asked flipping her medium length hair to the other side. She digs in her purse, pulling out a piece of gum. Popping it in her mouth.
"Can you give Janae and I some privacy? We need to talk."
"What ever you have to tell her, you can tell me Mikey" she whines, flipping her hair back to the other side.
"Please baby, it wont be long.", Michael pleads. Natasha rolls her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. "Please?"
"Fine I will be out in the hall, don't try anything Janae"
She slowly walks out of the room, eyeing me suspiciously. Popping that gum like a machine gun. When I hear the door shut, I walked closer to his bed. His facial expression that was once normal was changed to an angry expression. He was furious!
"You alive!! What a coincidence?" he dryly chuckles. "How?"
"Your Alive? So why cant I?"
"You cant be! I swear you was up there with Niall!!" He bickers. "Unless..."
