Three days.
It's been three days since Michael and I broke up. To be honest, I'm not doing so well. When you're with a beautiful person like Michael Clifford one day and have to go cold turkey the next, you start to lose your mind internally.
I miss him, God, I miss him so damn much even though he's under the same roof as me. Every time we're in the presence of each other, he ignores me as if I'm just a faded memory...
And that's exactly what I am. Just a faded memory to him.
Ashton has been there for me every single minute of the day, even though I continue to insist that he should be there for Michael instead. He even had me move me into his bedroom (no, we aren't that close) and I have to admit, his comfort makes me feel a bit better everyday.
"Mia," I hear him hum into my ear. "Get up. It's almost noon."
"Ugh," I groaned, shoving my face into my pillow. "I just want to stay in bed for the rest of my life."
Ashton chuckles. "Don't we all. But come on, it's Sunday and we're all bored to death."
I laugh lightly, sitting up. "And I make things exciting because...?"
Ashton rolls his eyes. "You make everything exciting. Come downstairs with me, Calum made pancakes."
I start to get out of bed, then froze in my spot after having a thought. "Is Michael downstairs?"
Ashton sighed. "Yes. But Mia, you can't avoid him forever."
"Yeah, but he wants to avoid me forever," I say, slumping my shoulders.
Ashton stares at me for a few moments and before I know it, he picked up and slung me over his shoulder, running while carrying my body downstairs.
I laugh and hit his back playfully. "Ashton, put me down!"
"No can do," he giggles and we soon enter the kitchen, where I could hear the mutters of conversation of the other boys.
...Including Michael.
Ashton sets me on the floor at last, and I stumble a little before shoving him. "Asshole."
The three boys turn to look at us, except Michael. He looks away awkwardly, as if it's physically painful to look at me. I don't blame him, I'm disgusted with myself as well.
"What did Ashton do to deserve the title of 'Asshole'?" Calum questions as I sit on the stool.
"He dragged me out of bed," I huffed, glaring at the sheepish drum player. "Forcefully, might I add."
"It's better than tickling you," he points out.
I narrow my eyebrows at him. "You better watch it, boy."
Ashton grabs a plate and piles it on with pancakes, sliding it towards me. "Here ya go, m'lady."
I rolled my eyes him. "Thank you, Prince Ashton."
Ashton sits down next to me, with his own plate of pancakes. He smirks at me, "Whatever happened to Daddy?"
My eyes widened and I could tell Michael was looking in our direction now, eyeing us suspiciously. Sometimes I wish I could read minds, I really would like to know what he's thinking about right now, even if it's something hurtful towards me.
"Those are in the dark days now," I stated, shoving pieces of pancakes into my mouth. "And I would rather not be reminded of them."
"Aw, but I miss it," Ashton pouted. "Those were the good ol' days."
