Days passed and we were nearing the end of the boys' tour. We were spending the last two nights in France - Paris to be specific. It also happened to be the night before my birthday, and I hoped the boys weren't planning anything too big.
I didn't deserve it.
"That show was one of the best!" Luke exclaims as the boys return from the stage, sweat covering each and everyone's body.
"Yeah, the crowd's screaming is still ringing in my ears," Calum laughed.
I smiled as Michael sat next to me, grabbing a nearby water bottle. "You guys were awesome tonight."
"We're always awesome," Ashton said, a cocky smirk making its way to his face.
I rolled my eyes. "Touché."
"Mia," Michael speaks, and I turned to face him. "Tomorrow's your birthday."
"I am aware of that," I chuckled.
"We need to throw you a big party, and have a lot of cake," Luke says enthusiastically. "Who's gonna bring the alcohol?"
"Oh! I will, I will!" Calum volunteered, excitement in his tone.
I laughed. "Don't go all out on me, guys."
"Why not?" Michael pouted. "You're special."
"Besides, it's your twentieth birthday," Ashton added. "One of your most important birthdays."
I shrugged. "I just don't think it's a big deal."
Michael gasped slightly. "Well I think it's a very big deal."
He sounded as though I had offended him, or insulted him at least, and I felt bad. It was nice to know he cared so much, and I didn't want to hurt him by saying my birthday isn't a big deal - but he honestly really didn't need to make a big deal out of all of this.
Michael stood up and walked out of the room, and I could tell he was mad. "Oh boy," I groaned.
I went after him, and realized that he went into the men's bathroom. I contemplated whether on following him - and I wanted to smack myself for it. Was I really going to follow my boyfriend into the bathroom? I'm not a stalker.
I simply decided to wait a few minutes for him, but those minutes turned into an hour. I started to get worried about him, so I knocked lightly on the door. "Michael, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Mia," I hear him reply softly.
Though in his voice, I could tell he wasn't fine at all.
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. I heard sniffling in the last stall, and I thanked God that no one else was in here. I tapped on the door to the stall Michael was in.
"Michael..." I whispered.
"Mia? Are you in the men's room?" he asked, shock lacing his tone.
"Yes, I answered.
"Why?"
"Because I love you," I responded. "And I know you're not okay."
He opens the door to the stall and grabs my wrist, pulling me inside with him. He closes the door and locks it, pressing me against it. His body squeezes onto my own and he leans his forehead into mine.
"Do you not think highly of yourself?" he asked, his voice threatening to break.
"Um..." I wasn't sure how to answer that. "I guess I don't think anything of myself."
