The Daddy Club | 5sos au

Okay.

Ashton

I chase Mia down the hall to her new room in the apartment. I can't believe she had been living here. I can't believe she didn't even tell him she was living here. Since when did they keep so much stuff from each other? Why was this happening? Maybe I did go too far the last time we spoke but I didn't force anything out of her. She can't say that I made her tell me anything she said. I didn't.

I really didn't.

"Mia!" I roughly jerk open the door she just slammed in my face and slam it behind myself. She was waiting for me though, arms crossed and pursed lips. She was so wanting me to follow her here.

"Yes?" She smiles half heartedly. I look around the room that was now hers I suppose. She was still living out of a suitcase, or at least a few. She had a box pile by the wardrobe that used to be Calum's, stopping the doors from opening. Her makeup was scattered messily around Calum's old desk. The room still had essence of a guys room. There was a box by the door labelled 'Calum's shit' in Michael's messy hand writing. There was still some of Calum's soccer and music posters hanging up and Mia hadn't painted the walls or changed about the furniture. Actually seeing her bedroom makes me think that maybe this move isn't that permanent after all.

"We need to talk." I say sternly. "And you know it."

"I don't have anything to say." Mia says with a shrug and sits herself down on the bed. She crosses her legs over and rests her hands on her right knee, her back extremely straight.

"Well I have a lot to say." I say back.

"Go for it." She says nonchalantly.

"Fine." I sneer. "You have no right to be mad at me." Mia lets out a cold, short laugh. I still continue speaking. "You told me that because you wanted to." I know I could be on extremely thin ice right now. "You blurted that out without any real prompt. You just said it. Then you just walk out without any real explanation? Seems pretty immature and attention seeking, I'm not going to lie, okay?"

If looks could kill I would probably be dead by now. Mia slowly stands up from her position on the bed and scowls. "Attention seeking?" She says quietly, taking long but slow steps towards me. She may be nearly half a foot smaller than me but I was fucking terrified staring down at her angry face when she stops abruptly in front of me. "Attention seeking?!" Then she clenches her fists and aims for my chest.

She hits be a couple times telling some pretty harsh words before I decide to stop her. I try to reach for Mia's fists and grab hold but she begins hitting me harder and faster, making it more difficult to get a good grip.

"Stop it." I grunt out. She wasn't hurting me in anyway and I think she knew that. She was just angry at me but she can't just start trying to punch me in the chest. We need to talk about this. I wasn't going to just let this be an issue that we slide under the mat and never think about again. This was serious and could possibly be what ends us. "Mia," i say a little softer. "Stop." I gently take a hold of her wrists after her pounding slows down.

"...fucking... fucking..." Mia looks for the right name to call me now. "You're just a cock, okay?" She stops herself and tears her wrists away from my grip. Mia take a few clumsy steps backwards to get some space between us. She roughly rubs under her eyes, making me aware tears were spilling. 

"Mia..." I let out in almost a gasp. "I didn't- I wasn't thinking."

"Yeah," It came out as a breath of air. "You haven't been thinking a lot recently. It's making me doubt you even have a brain."

I manage to smile at her words. It wasn't a huge, loving grin. No, it was a small, shy smile. "Can we... talk? Can we talk about it?"

"There is a lot to talk about." Mia sniffs.