{Emily's POV}
I woke up, but not opening my eyes, was last night a dream? I took in a deep breath, I smelled Michael. I wiggled a bit. It felt like I was wearing a large shirt of some sort.
"Good morning," Michael mumbled in a raspy morning voice. I looked up opening my eyes. I felt dried tears on my face.
"You were crying in you sleep last night." He said rubbing my arm, then gently pulling me closer to him. "How do you feel?" He asked persistently. I shrugged. "Please, darling. Talk to me." He said pleading with his eyes, I felt bad for this poor boy, he was hopelessly in love with the monster who self destructs.
"I feel lost, like I am at the free fall, and I'm going to loose everything in half a second. I feel like everything is my fault." I said trying to hold myself together, keep the walls up. I worked so hard to build them up, no one was going to break them down. I felt Michael's fingertips drawing small designs on my arms.
"It's not your fault." Michael whispered, I feel like he was angry with me, for hating myself this much. I loved him though, I know now what love feels like, I can't even begin to describe it. It's cheesy. I hate myself for loving him.
"Michael, I know you hate to hear this. But my issues, they have eaten my alive. They take up every piece of energy I have. It take more of me then I have to even just wake up. Anxiety has replaced my brain. Insecurities have replaced my bones. Suicide and self harm have replaced my blood stream. I can't, I just can't live like this any more." I said sitting up. Michael sat up next to me.
"What makes you think I can?" Michael said, before I could ask anything Michael showed me his wrist, there were cuts grouped together where his bracelets usually were. I gasped hold my hand up to my mouth.
"Mikey, I thought you." I started but he cut me off.
"You thought I was fine? That I wasn't mentally fucked? Well, guess what? I am. I hid it from you because I didn't want you to think you weren't enough for me. But you are, I don't deserve someone like you, you are my perfect imperfection."He said hold my face in his hands. Tears boiling in his eyes. I gently kissed his lips.
"I love you no matter what." I said pulling away, he tried his best to smile, we fell back on the bed. He buried his face in my chest crying. I rubbed his back. Maybe two broken pieces can make a whole?
{Brooke's POV}
I woke up, my head pounding. Was last night real. No, I could have been. Right? I mean that was just a dream.
"Brooke!" I heard mum call from downstairs. I got up, rubbing my eyes. I wandered down stairs.
"Well don't you look like you had a fun night last night?" Luke mocked smirking at me, taking a sip of coffee.
"Am I supposed to remember last night?" I said my voice raspy.
"Yep" Luke said popping the 'p'.
"Please stop. Lucas you're so annoying," I said raising a hand.
"So, you know how you, Leah, Haley, and Emily are in a band?" Luke said, smirking.
"No Luke! I had not idea I was in a band." I said sarcastically rolling my eyes.
"Okay, well you are. And we need an opened for our next world arena tour. Management agrees on it. So it's up to you guys." Luke shrugged, my mouth hung open like I was a dog drooling. "Okay well I got to go. See you guys when I get home." Luke nonchalantly said standing up and striding out of the door.
"WHAT?!?" I screamed once he was out of the door.
"I'm so happy for you love" Mum said pulling me into a hug.
~~ 1 Week later~~
{Emily's POV}
"I'm glad it can be just me and you this weekend" Michael sighed pulling me closer to him. We were at one of his friend's lake house, he was letting us use it over the weekend whilst he was out of town. Sadly this was probably all of the alone time we would get till most likely next year.
"Me, too. I'm glad that we got to do this together." I said snuggling into Michael, selecting a movie to watch. I pulled on the blanket a little. I felt Michael lightly kiss my head.
"I love you, so much," He whispered.
"I love you more" I whispered back to him. His hand slipped down to my wrist, he gently held it with his hand.
Michael was my home, no matter if we where in Australia, America, or two different hospitals. He was my home. But I knew he had thousands of girls, who loved him just as much, and I felt like I was hugging our whole world for them when I touched him. Michael had the power to save millions. But the real question was 'Who was going to save him?'
"Michael?" I whispered not sure if he was asleep or not.
"yeah" He whispered back. Its not like anyone else was there, why were we whispering?
"Can I tell you something?" I asked, my voice soft, I was still pretty quiet but not whispering.
"Yeah, sure anything baby." He said twisting a piece of my long hair.
"Whenever David would hurt me. I would hope it was just a bad dream and I would wake up next to you. And other times I would wake up, curled on your side of the bed. I would sleep with your sweater. Whenever David raped me... I...I... I would call for you. I missed you so much Michael." I said breaking. My walls came tumbling down. Michael didn't even have to try. I turn and buried my face into Michael's chest, I wrapped my arms around him, my hands gripping the back of his sweater. "Please don't ever let me go. Even if I say you're hurting me, just pull me back and kiss me." I sobbed into his chest, he rubbed my back.
"I'm never, ever, ever letting go again." He said kissing my head and rubbing my back. Then he carried me up stairs, laying me on the bed. He walked around and got in on the other side.
"I'm so excited for you to come on tour with us." He whispered, before pulling me into a cuddle, resting his head in the crook of me neck. I flipped over, so I was facing him. God I love him.
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Because She's Gone||By:IvyG123
Fanfiction"Ashton, she wouldn't have wanted for you to live like this" "Then she shouldn't have left" Ashton hasn't been the same since you left him. The boys are really starting to worry. Is Ashton too far gone to be saved? Or is there still hope?
