The Unexpected

36 || Betrayals

Unedited so stfu
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Once the food arrived, I tore through it; emotional eating. Charlotte watched as I devoured each spring roll and dumpling. The aftermath is a hideous one.

Now finished, Charlotte and I are sitting on the couch as I vent about Michael.

"Well," Charlotte speaks up, "aren't you doing the exact same thing you're annoyed about? Stop talking to me. Go talk to your boyfriend."

The realisation that she's right has me up on my feet, headed for the door. I shout a quick thank you in my best friend's direction and run to my car. Just like this morning, my foot is pushing the gas pedal down with force.

In record time, I arrive at Michael's apartment building. Cutting the engine, I leave the car at the front and run past the doorman. My finger presses the up button for the elevator, making it glow bright red.

For some reason, I feel like that button. The heat and anger radiating off of me, my mood obvious as anything. Just like the button emits a bright red light, my emotions are exuding from me.

Metal sliding against metal sounds as the elevator door opens. I jump into the empty container, glad that there isn't anyone here to experience my wrath.

Reaching Michael's floor, I speed walk down the hallway that's oh so familiar to me. His door is in front of me much too soon and I seem to lose every ounce of adrenaline that was at one point coursing through my veins.

Unmoving, I stand at the barrier that is currently keeping World War III from occurring. I almost turn around, not wanting to start a fight, but something catches my attention.

My hand reaches for the door handle and twists it, shoving the portal open. My jaw drops and I feel the wind being knocked out of me.

A sickeningly sweet voice calls to who I can only assume is Michael, as the owner of the voice lounges across the sofa. Her eyes snap to me in confusion, a look of recognition soon washing over her. She looks me dead in the eye as she cocks an eyebrow, a smirk playing across her lips.

Slowly, I back up, retracing my steps that were so confidently headed into the apartment. I hear rushed footsteps making their way over to the scene.

"Skye?" Michael asks as he looks between me and the female that has crushed every part of my soul. "...oh shit, no. Skye--"

I suddenly regain my strength and run back down to the lobby before he can even attempt to make up an excuse. Fighting back tears, I fly down the highway towards my place.

Not ready to move from my spot, I sit in my car inside the garage, motionless. Tears of agony and betrayal stream down my face as I watch my phone ring and then stop; and then ring and then stop; then ring and then stop. Without a second thought, I find the contact name that used to brighten up my each and every day.

You will not receive phone calls, messages, or FaceTime from people on the block list.

Block Contact

Sniffling, I make my way towards my home. When I walk into the main room, it feels cold and empty. I make myself a cup of coffee then head to my bathroom.

The bathtub is slowly filling, bubbles erupting from the bath bomb I placed into the water. I lazily drag a finger through the liquid as I zone in and out. Once the tub is filled to a good point, I light several candles, banana nut bread scented, and shut off the lights.

Before submerging myself into the warm cocoon of my bath, I set my phone to airplane mode, not wanting calls from anyone.

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I'm laying on my bed still wrapped in my towel despite the fact that I got out of tub over two hours ago. I can't help but think that this is the most extreme of any betrayal that I've ever faced. My mind doesn't seem to know how to think of anything else.

It feels like my heart has been forcefully ripped from my chest, and torn into a million pieces. My breathing can't seem to steady and my eyes produce tears endlessly. I'm not sure if I'm sad at this point; I feel like I've gone numb. I don't know how to feel about all of this.

I was right. He grew tired of me. The fear that gnawed at me for so long, was not irrational but reasonable. There doesn't seem to be any other explanation. Why else was another girl in his apartment, alone, so comfortably laying across his couch, waiting for him?

Michael is a grown boy, and he knows when a girl is interested in him. I know that he'll only try to say that he didn't think it was like that; that they're only friends, honest to God. I refuse to believe it.

Remembering my phone, I turn it off of airplane mode only to have it explode with notifications of texts and missed calls. The other three boys are feverishly attempting to contact me, leading me to the conclusion that I need to block them as well.

Without much energy left, I curl up into a ball and close my eyes, hoping to wake up in the morning and find that this is all just a dream. A terrible, terrible, bad dream.

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Michael POV

"Why won't she f.ucking answer?!" I scream at the three solemn faces that watch me.

They shrug and go back to their phones, typing away. I messed up. I really messed up. Skye didn't deserve any of this and nothing even happened. The look on her face; the hurt and sadness. Confusion.

Ryan works at the studio with us and she'd said she wanted to check out what I'd recorded at home. I didn't think that-- I didn't think it was a big deal. Why am I so stupid? I should've told Skye or I should've invited her along.

I should've told Skye a lot of things to be honest... I don't know why I've been keeping so much from her. She's everything to me and I've pushed her away. I've taken one of the few great things in my life and destroyed it. I knew I wasn't right for her. I knew I was wrong for her

"Mikey, I think she's got your number blocked..." Ashton winces, ready for the backlash of his suggestion.

"F.UCK."

"...I think she has us all blocked. None of our messages are going through," Luke adds.

Calum looks at the other two then says, "I think we should give her some time. Try to fix everything once she's calmed down a bit. That probably wasn't easy for her."

"Nothing happened!" I shout in frustration.

"That's irrelevant Mikey. It looked like something was about to happen, and that's what matters. You shouldn't have had that f.ucking girl in the apartment," Luke retorts with just as much irritation.

He's losing his patience with me; they all are. Skye means just as much to them as she does to me. We've changed our lives in so many ways to keep her around. She doesn't know this, but we've cut back on publicity outings and promo so we could stay home more. This was the last thing any of us wanted, and it's my fault.

Lost, I back up against a wall and slowly slide down to the floor. It's taking everything in me to not break down and cry right here in front of my mates. The three boys look away, not wanting to see me this way. My face crumbles and my lip trembles.

I don't know if I can fix this.

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A/N

Short & early, but this was where I wanted to stop this one. WOWOWOWOW okay sorry to put you through so much so close to the end.

Will they fix things? Will they simply move on with their lives? WILL SOMEONE DIE?

just kidding no one is going to die except me because I've left you all hanging.

SONG: Rearview//Bad Suns (lol they're my fav rn so same band for the last 2 soz)
DEDICATION: goes to your mom for creating you say thank you for me because she made a pretty rad child

Xx. Ash