Printed In Black // 5SOS

31 - "baby, i'm so sorry."

c l o v e r

Things got awkward you know. I mean, we were all touring and I literally saw his face everyday. I remembered that night when we made an eye contact, but he quickly looked away, making my heart stop beating right that second.

But what could I say? I like Michael, but we weren't dating. Heck, I wish we were though. But with all the misunderstanding and shit going on, I think dating Michael is not going to happen.

Today is the day I'm taking a day off the tour. I had to come home to see my dad. Selyn was going the day after that. Not because she doesn't want to, but his dad is literally gone, and she couldn't change anything by going home.

Sure she would attend her dad's funeral, but she told me to take my time with my family first. I accepted her offer almost immediately, seeing my mom needs me back in California.

Michael and the rest didn't know I was going home, but I'm glad they didn't. It would be a mess if they did, especially when I'm still emotional when Michael was around.

I hugged the girls one by one, as I quickly got inside the uber that Lilly had called earlier. I could easily pay a car to take me to the airport, but that will cause too much scene.

As the uber drove away from the hotel, I can't help but stare at the luxury hotel where all shit happened, feeling glad that I'm not going to stay there anymore.

omniscient pov

"Michael, you have to stop being a dick," Ashton muttered, completely done when Michael snapped at him before.

"You can't tell me what to do," Michael scoffed, turning her head to stare his bandmate with such hatred in his eyes.

Ashton shook his head disapprovingly, as he made his way back to his room. Ashton was completely done with Michael being so sensitive, and Ashton's done trying.

Michael laid back in stress, as he continued watching CSI on the television. He wasn't even paying attention to the show. All he had in mind is Clover, and how he would make it up to her.

Michael felt really bad when Luke told him the truth. He couldn't even bring himself to say sorry, and now he felt like shit. Michael was happy when he was around Clover, and being away like this breaks his heart.

An obnoxious voice came from Michael's phone, as the screen lit up with Luke's name on it. Michael wasn't in the mood to talk, he was about to reject the call, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. So with a grunt, Michael answered the call.

"What?" Michael snapped, begging to end the call as soon as possible.

"It's not the time Michael," Luke warned him, "Just so you know, Clover is going back to California to see his dad. She'll be gone for a week, I guess." Luke spoke through the phone.

"What are you talking about?" Michael narrowed his eyebrows, as he sat up straight.

"You heard me, Clifford." Luke sighed, "It's really up to you. She's taking off in half an hour, I'm not sure if you can still get her, but it's worth a try."

That's all what Luke needs to say for Michael to jump out of his bed and slipped on his leather jacket. He quickly pack his clothes back into his luggage, not even bothering to fix his disheveled look.

Michael called an uber, as it soon appeared right at the place where Clover's uber stopped earlier. He got in guickly, as he told the driver to go bring him to the airport.

The boy didn't even care about Lilly and his whole management anymore. He knew someone else other than Lilly that sells plane ticket. So he texted this guy to book him a plane ticket to California that takes off in half an hour.

Of course he got the ticket, and he requested to be seated next to the passenger with the name Clover Harmon. For gods sake it's Michael Clifford, and he gets what he wants.

Michael stared out the window, looking at how the car passes by so quickly. He just hoped that he could make it to Clover, because she's the only source of positivity in his life right now.

c l o v e r

Twenty minutes had passed. And fun fact, I had gotten inside the plane. It was almost empty, only two person sitting down besides me. Not that I'm complaining though, the lesser the better.

To spend the last ten minutes, I decided to call my mom. I've told her that I'm going home, and told me that it's all that she need right now.

With the small tone on the phone, I finally hear my mom's tired voice, making my heart ache.

"Mom?" I said, as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Sweetie," My mom sighed, "Please come quick," She said, as I try my hardest not to burst in tears.

"I will mom," I told her, "Have you been eating recently?" I asked her, biting my lip very hardly.

There's a moment of silence, before I hear my mom's soft crying, following by her small hiccups. I balled my fist as I closed my eyes.

"Mom, please," I begged her, as my voice cracked at the end.

"I have to go now," My mom sighed, "See you really soon sweetheart," I heard her say, as the line went dead.

I mentally cursed, as I turned off my phone. Just a couple hours, I thought. Then I'll be able to see my mom and my dad.

I was anxiously tapping my fingers on my lap, staring at the clock which shows 3:06. We're supposed to take off at 3, and this got me mad.

"Excuse me," I called the stewardess that walked beside me. She stopped when she heard me, as she offered me a kind smile, "Not to be rude or anything, but we're supposed to take off at 3 right?"

"We're really sorry for the wait. There's one more passenger who just booked this flight a while ago- oh wait, I think that's the person," The stewardess moved her gaze to 12, making me follow her where she was looking.

"Clover!" The familiar voice rang through my ears, at the stewardess walked away. My eyes widened, as he made his way to me.

Once he was next to me, he enveloped me into a hug, holding me ever so tightly. And right there, I burst out in tears.

My whole body feels like shaking, but I feel complete. My head was spinning so quickly, as I inhaled his familiar scent.

I couldn't help but bring my own hands around his neck, holding him close. I missed this. I miss touching him, holding him, having his broad arms around my waist. I miss Michael.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Michael cooed, as he drew small circles on my back, making me melt under his touch. "I should have listened to you. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry," Michael whispered, burying his face on the crook of my neck.

"It's okay," I managed to choke out, "I'm really glad that you were here with me," Closing my eyes, as another tear slipped out of my eyes.
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