Hey L.A., We're Going To Set This World On Fire

The Fight

Ryan POV

"You were hanging out with Harry Styles," I said.  I was so angry at Michelle for freaking kissing that curly haired guy from the party.  I even saw him checking her out while we where in line.

"Ok so? You were hanging out with a bunch of other girls last night also!" Michelle replied in a harsh tone. We never really fought before and I knew she had a head ache but I didn't care.

"Yea but at least I didn't kiss them!" I yelled.  I had my anger bottled up in me and I finally exploded.  I saw a flash of scared on Michelle's face.  I never yelled at her before. I sort of calmed down but the anger rose right back up after two seconds. 

"What are you talking about!?" Michelle yelled back.

"I saw you making out with him! Don't lie to me! He was freaking on top of you!" I yelled back. Michelle looked so confused.

"I don't even remember what happened last night! I have a headache! I'm tired! and NO I DID NOT KISS ANYONE BUT YOU!" She went into complete rage and stormed out of the door.  Mike and Sarah were listening just behind the door.  Michelle pushed  Mike out of the way and ran to her room and Sarah followed her.

"Dude that was not cool. She ran out crying. What happened to you?" Max said with a disappointed look on his face.  

Michelle POV

I was so angry and sad at Ryan.  How dare he yell at me for supposedly kissing someone when I didn't even kiss anyone that wasn't Ryan!? I ran to my room with tears in my eyes.  When I saw Sarah following behind me I yelled at her to leave me alone but quickly apologized because I got my anger out on her.  She understood that I wanted to be left alone and went to the living room.

I closed the door of my room and went onto the computer with tears flowing down my cheeks.  I logged onto my skype and found that my sister was online.  I called her.  When she answered the call she was perky but then when she saw the tears running down my cheeks she got all worried. 

"What happened!?" she exclaimed.  

"I have a headache, i'm hungover, i'm tired, oh and Ryan and I got into our first fight," I said.  My voice kept cracking on every other word. I told my sister what happened and all I can remember from last night.

"I want to come home!" I exclaimed not  caring that I sounded like a winy little baby.  

"Then come home!" She replied. My sister was a very good listener and always gave me great advice when I needed it.  She told me that if I wasn't happy that I should come back home.

"I'm going to Ryan's press conference tonight and then on the first flight out of here I'll be home," I told my sister. She agreed, told me to get some sleep, and hung up.  I haven't talked to her since the day I landed in England.   I was about to close my laptop when I saw that Luke logged into Skype.  I clicked his name and sent him a chat saying 'hi'. He answered by calling me.  

I quickly ran to the bathroom, washed my face, put my hair up into a messy bun, came back, and answered.

"Took you a while there," Luke said laughing a bit. He was so cute.

"Sorry, I just got out of the shower," I said sort of lying.  I didn't want him to get worked up and fuss over me.  

Luke and I talked for aout an hour before he had to leave.  He made me feel a lot better and sometimes gave me butterflys in my stomach.  Was it weird to think that? I mean I'm with Ryan, but we just fought.  I was so confused on my feelings that when I crawled into bed, the moment my head hit the pillow I fell asleep.