Bad Boy Hemmings ➸ Sequel

26.

"I have practice in a hour then I have a concert right after and you know their is always a ticket for you, each one of the boys is allowed to bring a guest." Luke said as he kissed down on the muscle of my lower back.

I had barley gotten any sleep last night, crawling back into my bed at four AM and waking up at seven AM wasn't something I looked forward too. I groaned and rolled over, my bare chest coming in contact with the cool air. Apparently my shirt wasn't needed while I slept.

"I'll come with you, just start a shower yeah?" I smiled.

"Am I allowed in this shower?" He joked, hands going under my back then down to my ass before sqeazing.

I groaned in fake annoyance. "Fine."

---

Michael wasn't at practice and he wasn't answering Calum's texts or calls. "Nevaeh can you maybe do something useful and try and call him!" Calum snapped during their lunch break. I looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Calum just because you're stressed out doesn't mean you get a free slip that allows you to treat people like shit, especially me, but yes I'll call him and see if you haven't fucked up his life completely yet." I stood and made my way out of the studio. Calum has no right saying that shit to me when he knows damn well I'm one of the only people he's going to open to right now.

I dialed Michaels number and was about to hit call before someone stopped me. "There's no use when I'm right here." Michael wore black very well tinted sunglasses and a beanie on his head, sweatpants loosely hanging off his hips showing his boxers and a old t shirt that I had a feeling Calum gave him. His bottom lip was in what looked like a permanent pout and even though he tried to cover it up with the sunglasses, his eyes were puffy and red with tear streaks running down his face.

I offered a soft smile and shoved my phone in my pocket. "I'm not as good as Mason was with these type of things but how are you doing?"

His head bowed and he grabbed me into a hug. I've known Michael for a long and never has he ever cried in public knowing that people can see him but when heard his sniffle and let out a small broken sigh I knew he was truly hurting inside. "It hurts, knowing he's just giving up." I hugged him tighter as his body started to shake.

"Mike, he's called you over a million times and I bet texted you every second he could. You're kind of giving up on him too." I whispered, my hand rubbing wide circles on his back. He huffed and let go. "You've gotta talk to him sooner or later."

"He's the one who should be apologizing to me! He's the one who ran off after the internet blew up."

"I understand that but what else do you expect? This world is cruel when it comes to sexuality and if everyone were to find out I wasn't what the media wanted me to be I would run too."

He sighed and pulled his phone out after it started ringing. Michael furrowed his eyebrows. "It's Calum."

"Just go inside and talk to him, I'll come with you?"

He nodded and started into the building. When we entered the studio again Calum's head snapped up in an instant. "Michael, I'm so sorry-"

"Just come outside with me so we can discuss this, okay?" Michael merely nods then follows Calum out of the room leaving me Calum and Ashton alone in the room. I sigh and take a seat next to Luke with Ashton on the other side of him.

"It's really rad that you're the only one who can get Michael to come out of his shell, and I mean that in the nicest way possible." Ashton chuckled slightly.

"Yeah well, we've been through a lot, he's always their for me and it's only fair if I return the favor." I take Luke's hand in mine silently and shrug.

Ashton laughs again and shakes his head. "So Luke, how about we play that duet the boys don't know about for Nevaeh?"

---

"The last time I was on a airplane I was mad at Luke and I didn't want to be near anyone." I chuckled, looking over at my sister who was texting rapidly on her phone. We were headed towards the boys next location and the boys insisted that they all crammed next to each other on a three seat row on the right side of the airplane with me and Amayah on the left side.

"Sorry." Amayah sighed. "Ashton seems to think that his eyes are plain and his dimples are indents of ugly-ness on his face. I proved him wrong."

I snorted. "I wished it was a simple as that when it comes to me and Luke."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Did something happen again?"

"No, no, no! I'm just saying- with Luke it's more difficult. Ashton sounds easier." I paused. "That sounds mean, what I'm trying to say is that.. Never mind, forget I said anything."

"Nevaeh you're happy right now, right?" Amayah asked sternly.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Then don't try and jinx it by being paranoid." She said and looked back down at her phone with a snort. "Luke's asleep on his shoulder, look." Amayah handed her phone to me. Luke's lips were open slightly, eyes shit and eyebrows furrowed; he looked adorable.

The rest of the was spent with Amayah showing photos of Ashton and her, texts they had sent to each other and her telling me about how Ashton hates Velcro.