A single bullet // M.C ✔️

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"I'm sorry you want me to what?" I stared wide eyed at Michael as I repeated what he just said in my mind.

'I need you to be my girlfriend.'

"Fuck no!" I just stood in front of Michael waiting for him to just burst into laughter and say he was joking... but he never did. "Why!"

"I have a meeting that I have to go to and I need someone to come with me."

"So? Take Luke or some shit." I couldn't believe he even considered that I would do that.

"He's busy, and so is Calum and Ashton." He quickly added "so it's just you and you know you can't say no."

"I think you'll find asshole I can say no. Like this... No. Not happening." He smirked, a hint of something hidden deep in it before he reached for me and grabbed my shirt, pulling me towards him. "Stop!" I found myself screaming as he just stared me down, the darn smirk not leaving.

"Darling you've found your voice," he cooed softly making me scowl.

"And you're still a dickhead. Now let me the fuck go before I scream."

"No one will come, not to save you anyway." He dismissed pushing me away. I staggered as I tried to find my footing, hands flying out to the side to make sure I didn't fall face first onto the rug. That would be embarrassing. His sofa caught my fall as I felt my body fall into it, soft oof leaving past my parted lips. He just pushed me.

"Be ready by six, and wear a nice dress. We're going somewhere important."

A red sheer dress hugged my body as I looked at my reflection. The top and sleeves are a gorgeous flower lacy pattern flowing into some batwing style sleeves. The rest was a deeper red hugging tightly at my curves showing everything I tended to hide from prying eyes; gold accents along the neckline and hem. This weren't me. It was no where near what I am, who I am. I didn't even fully recognise the girl in front of me, heavy makeup, dark eyes, sharp liner and hair in a tight pony slightly curled at the ends.

"Come on, we don't have all day." Michael. My eyes went to the side as I looked at his reflection added next to mine; way more dressed down then me. A smart black button down shirt and black jeans covered his body, pair of vans on his feet.

"I thought this was some fancy meeting," I was expecting him in a full tux after seeing what I had to wear.

"It's not that fancy, just important," His eyes were soft as he looked me up and down taking in my appearance, "maybe I just wanted to see you like this." I swear I nearly passed out at them words, a warm fuzzy feeling deep in my stomach went over me. He was playing with me, playing deep with my emotions and knowing exactly what to say just to make me feel weak.

"You can't be saying stuff like that Michael. Not to me." I shook my head making my hair sway from side to side.

"I have a gift for you." He spoke after a few minutes of not uttering a single word reaching into his jean pocket and pulling out a small box.

"It isn't-,"

"Fucking hell Nicky. No it isn't a ring,"

"I didn't think it was a fucking ring Michael. I'm not thick in the head," I scoffed eyeing the black velvet style box in his right hand. His fingers flicked it over rotating it before he sighed.

"Turn around,"

"Fuck off."

"Nicky just do it. We don't have time for this." There was a sense of urgency in his tone I hadn't heard before making me nod and turn around, back to him. My eyes were still locked to him, just now directly looking at him. I could see more clearly as his eyes filtered over my body, drinking in my appearance making me shift my weight more to the side.