"Something about you seems different, Mia."
Luke stands before me, squinting his eyes as I slump in my chair. He has finally recovered from his sickness, which was good because we were all beginning to get worried about him.
"I wonder what it is..." he says, examining me further.
I sighed. "My hair, Luke, it's my hair."
"Oh! You dyed it," he smiles, taking a piece of my hair and twirling it between his fingers. "It's a pretty shade of blue."
"Thanks," I replied, and he continued to play with my hair.
The rest of the boys enter the dining room and Michael sits next to me, taking my hand in his. Ashton takes a sip of his coffee while Calum and Luke make small talk. Mornings are always slow in the 5 Seconds of Summer house.
"So what are we doing today?" I asked.
"We have a lot to do, actually," Ashton responded. "First we have go to the doctors for Mia."
"Why?" Luke sputters frantically. "Is she sick? Is she dying? Oh no. She's too young to die!"
"Shut up Luke," Michael snickers, leaning over to swat him in the arm.
"Her leg is probably healed by now, we just have to get the doctor to check it out and get the cast off," Ashton explains.
"Okay," I nodded. "Is there anything else?"
"We also have to get you a passport," Ashton said.
"Wait, are we going somewhere?" I questioned.
"We booked a few shows in Europe for a few weeks, and we're gonna collaborate with a couple of song writers while we're there," Calum tells me.
"Is that okay?" Michael asked, squeezing my hand.
"Yeah," I said, giving him a reassuring smile.
It was more than okay. I was actually relieved that we'll be going out of the country, giving me an escape of what I had just seen yesterday. It replays in my head over and over - the boy getting shot even made its way to my nightmare. I didn't sleep a wink last night.
Everything seems to be falling apart, and I can't tell the boys.
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"It's like she's brand new!" Luke yelps as we return to the house from the doctors. "Her leg works again!"
I roll my eyes and shake my head in amusement at him, glad that I don't need crutches or get carried to get around the house anymore. Although it felt nice to be taken care of, I felt like I was burdening the boys.
"Yeah, but now she has to exercise it more," Calum says, patting me on the back. "And she has to do physical therapy when we come back from Europe."
I huff. "Thanks for the reminder."
I walk upstairs and Michael follows me into my room, closing the door behind him and sitting with me on my bed. I take out the photo and show it to him, "Do you think it's a good passport photo?"
"Yes," he said, grabbing it and kissing my pictured face. "You look absolutely beautiful in it."
He returns it to me and I place it back in my pocket. "So when are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow," he answers, laying down on my bed.
"Tomorrow?!" I immediately stand up and grab my suitcase from under my bed, placing it on top. I quickly run over to my closet and grab a bunch of clothes, attempting to stuff inside so it would fit. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I need time to pack."
