The sound of our doorbell being rung echos throughout the house. I'm sitting in the sunroom in the back of the house that's attached to the kitchen. I set my book down to look and my mom and sister, hoping one of them will get it.
After no one makes an attempt to move, my mom asks Grace to answer. She quickly mumbles something that I can't hear, getting herself out of the task.
As I get up I grumble, "you don't have to be so freaking lazy, Grace. I mean honestly."
My sock covered feet slide over the wood floors as I walk to the front entrance. Before opening the door I yell, "what if it's an axe murderer?" back in the direction of the kitchen.
The cold metal knob turns in my hand, allowing me to pull the barrier open. When the cold air rushes into the foyer, goosebumps form on my arms. It feels as though I'm in a dream when my eyes register who the person standing on my front step is.
We both stand silent as we wait for the other to speak first. My first instinct is to slam the door in his face, but I stop myself out of curiosity.
"I'm sorry," Michael gasps, breaking the silence.
Thousands of emotions are flooding my brain as I try to figure what to say; how to respond.
Suddenly, I burst. "That's it? You fly halfway across the world to come and find me only to say sorry? You think that that's going to fix everything? You cheat on me and that's all you have planned? What are you even doing here Michael?"
"I- I didn't cheat on you! I swear. Ryan is just some stupid girl that nothing happened with. I know I should've told you she was coming and I know I shouldn't have been alone with her and I know that I was keeping you at a distance and I know that I messed up. I don't know what to say. I never know what to say. I just-"
"YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULDN'T LET ME LEAVE. YOU LIED. ALL YOU EVER DID WAS LIE," I cry, cutting him off. "I left so I could clear my head and honestly this grand gesture would have worked a lot better if you hadn't waited over a month to come find me. While I was here and away from you, I realised that I was right. We don't work, Michael. We will never work.
"We're from two different worlds. We tried to beat the odds and all we did was hurt ourselves. Just stop and walk away before we do any more damage."
He watches me for a moment, an annoyed expression playing on his features. Then he begins to yell, "THEN WHY DON'T WE MAKE OUR OWN FUCKING UNIVERSE AND WE CAN LIVE THERE. WE CAN LIVE THERE AND BE HAPPY AND FORGET ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE. WE CAN BEAT THOSE DAMN ODDS. I PROMISED THAT I WOULDN'T LET YOU RUN AWAY, AND I MESSED UP AND I LET YOU LEAVE. YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULD STICK AROUND AS LONG AS I WANTED YOU TO, BUT NOW I'M TRYING TO FIX THINGS AND I REFUSE TO JUST WALK AWAY. I'M TRYING MY BEST WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT? DO YOU WANT ME TO BEG?"
Not wanting to deal with all of this, I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose and say, "What I want is for you to leave, Michael."
When I open my eyes, I see him fighting off tears, but failing as one falls onto his cheek. My lip begins to tremble as I realise that my dreams for our future together really are over.
I retreat back inside and shut the door, then head into my dad's office. Peering through one of the windows, I watch him crumble to the ground on our front step. Tears begin to flow freely as I do almost exactly as he did.
We don't work. We can't work. We won't work. Right?
It's not as easy as 'creating our own universe'. I can't live with the constant fear of women throwing themselves at Michael. It doesn't matter that we promised to make it work no matter what. Here, right now, I have officially given up.
The distance I put between us is going to stay. It's time to accept our losses and move on.
After twenty or so minutes, the sound of a car snatches my attention back to the window. The newly lilac haired boy climbs into a cab and heads off to who knows where. I guess that's it...
_______________
Michael POV
"She just told me to leave. She didn't argue or put up a fight... She just, walked away. Like it was nothing," I tell Luke as I sit near my gate at the airport.
My flight doesn't leave for another four hours, and I've been left to myself. It took me forever to stop crying, and I'm still not fully recovered. I can't seem to grasp the concept that it's really over. She's gone. My whole earth has been shattered, and she's left me alone to pick it up.
I honestly don't know if I've done all I can, but I'm clueless as to what else there is. I fucking flew twenty-one hours to come find her. Was that not enough? Was admitting I messed up worth nothing? Did I ever mean anything to her?
"Hello... Michael? Mikey, are you still there?" Calum's voice prods through the phone.
"Yeah, I'm here. I wish I wasn't though."
"Hey don't talk like that. You're going to get on that plane and you're going to come back in one piece. You understand? Don't do anything stupid. We have to get going, but I want you to text us and keep us updated. Okay?" My best friend instructs.
"Alright."
I get up off of the floor and begin to look for food to eat. All of the restaurants look unappetising, making my mood tank even further.
Reaching for my phone, I open up my messaging app. My fingers begin to rapidly type a long message, pouring my heart out. After I feel like there's nothing left in me, I click select all and delete it. I guess this is it...
_______________
A/N
I'm b a w l i n g. Guys I can't do this. I know this is way short and way late but I'm writing more in the morning. I just want everything better sodnjfifjd.
SONG: DRAG ME DOWN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL AND REVIVE MY SOUL. GOD BLESS ONE DIRECTION AND THEIR SURPRISE SINGLE.
DEDICATION: TO THE 1D BABES FOR MAKING ME A FANGIRL AND GETTING ME TO THIS PLACE, WASTING MY LIFE WRITING FANFICTION.
Xx. Ash
YOU ARE READING
The Unexpected
Fanfiction"I remember you." His words stun me. I know for a fact that I have never once actually met him. Copyright © 2015 by 5secofstfu All rights reserved.
