I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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* A/N; maaaan, I'm so sorry I have been gone for sooo long! But I am back :) Abit of Mashton in this chapter followed by drama ofc, enjoyyy - also, if it looks weird, I'm not used of using an iPad to write lol*

Ashton:

I felt so bad for Mikey but in all honesty, I seen it coming sooner or later; turns out it was sooner. After Dec slammed his door, I grabbed Miles and Nash; I went up to Declan's room and checked on him.

"Knock, knock." I say, both babies babbling about, "Hey bud, you okay?"

"I hate Michael." Is the response I get, I frown.

"Dec, he didn't mean to yell at you and I know that-"

"I know! But he's not my dad, he has and had no right." Is what Declan says, and I'm sure at loss for words.

"You know what bud, I'm gonna put the babies to sleep and I'll let you think about this. But I want you to brush your teeth and in bed without your tablet by the time I come back." I say, "I'll take you out tomorrow, just us two,  if you listen and apologize to Michael, deal?"

"Can there be pizza and ice cream?" He mutters and looks up at me, I smile and nod, "Deal!"

He gets out of bed and comes to my side and hugs me, "I love you Ashy"

He goes into the bathroom and I hear the sink water run while he gets onto his stool. I didn't think he'd listen but I hope Michael will be happy.

**

"All three kids are in bed sleeping now." I sigh as I enter the living room where Mikey is gaming out while Rowan is beside him sleeping as well.

"Thanks..." He mumbles, concentrating on his session on Black Ops 4 multiplayer.

"Is there any beer left?" He nods and I go grab a couple, "So, I talked with Declan."

"Oh yeah? YES, take that fucker!" He yells and Rowan stirs but continues sleeping.

"God Michael." I pick up Rowan so I can put her upstairs in her crib.

I might as well sleep in the guest room, I am quite tired. I grab my beer and Michael's as well since he's probably too busy anyways. As soon as I placed Rowan in her crib, I get onto the bed in the guest room and quietly turn the TV on. I get excited when I see the movie It Chapter Two, I put it on and it's just starting!

*

It's halfway through the movie and I have had four beers and some popcorn now I'm having M&M peanuts. There's a knock on the door while Pennywise comes out of a door and I jump with a scream.

"Fuck, Michael!" I laugh as he comes in busting a gut with laughter.

"Having fun?" He says through his smile, he's drunk.

"Come join me!" I say, he plops down on me and I groan while pushing him off with a chuckle.

He passes me a beer and a 2'6 of vodka, oh shit. When did he go out?

"We better not feel like shit tomorrow" I chuckle as I take a stiff shot and pass it back to him.

"We'll be fine!" He slurred and takes a stiffer one than I do and he scrunches his face, "It burns so good!"

We burst into laughter. The rest of the night consisted of shot after shot and a full 15 pack of beer; the night a complete blur. I don't remember passing out.

***

I roll over, groaning and my back turns into something hard. I turn my head and Michael is snoring away, I slap his side a few times and get up. I sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing my hands over my face then stand up; staggering a little into the bedside table.