Savannah // Michael Clifford

1.3 - Michael Time

Savannah

It was decided that I could stay on tour, without having to take a break or go home for a while. Moira had taken up most of my morning now and before shows Michael and Luke would spend the time messing about with the Calum and Ashton to make me laugh. After concerts though, I was left in my bunk to relive the horror that is Mason's memory.

For those few hours where I could get past him, I could finally think of new things to write about. New songs were being written without the help of Moira but I wasn't fully willing to let anyone read them because they weren't something that I wanted people to know.

A lot of the lyrics dealt with Mason and our relationship and I just wasn't ready for someone to be able to know what fully went on during our time together.

"Hey, Gray!" Michael yelled through the empty arena. The concert from today was long over and the clean up crew was just finishing up everything. I didn't want to sit on the bus since we were here again tomorrow night.

Michael had taken it upon himself to change my nickname now that I had changed my hair. Personally, I really liked Red much better but this one still made me smile. Shocked by his sudden outburst, my arms scrambled to grab all of the sheets of lyrics in front of me; shoving them into my bag so he couldn't see them.

"Hey, Blondie." I said as he sat down on the stage, beside me. He seemed a little perplexed by how fast I had scrambled to grab everything. Looking around me at the now empty space, he pursed his lips.

"So you're just sitting out here by yourself for the hell of it?" He asked me.

I couldn't tell him that I was out here writing lyrics to some of the most heartfelt songs that I have ever written without him wanting to question them or read them. I literally had no excuse that I could come up with so with a nervous laugh I said, "Yeah, let's go with that."

Too bad for me, my lack of hiding things showed at that moment as I hadn't grabbed all papers; forgetting about the crumpled up pieces that were tossed lazily to the side. My heart stopped when I see Michael reach across to grab the paper.

"So you're not out here writing something?" I shrugged my shoulders, refusing to make eye contact.

The sound of the paper being unfolded made my pulse quicken. In that moment my eyes found Michael trying to smooth out the paper so he could read it.

"Michael, no!" I tried to reach for the paper but failed as he pulled it away from my reach. All movement from Michael ceased as he saw that I was being completely serious.

"Please, just crumble that paper back up. Don't read it; just forget about it." My eyes glossed over, stinging with tears that I couldn't let fall.

He couldn't read those lyrics, if he did he would know everything wasn't okay and then go and tell Terry and Breanna meaning that I would be kicked off the tour. His eyes ghosted over how I was acting and immediately crumbled the paper back up, tossing it over by my purse before scooting closer to me.

"Hey, don't cry. I won't read it." He tried to soothe my cries but I couldn't get the tears to stop. I didn't want to cry, I was too strong to let Mason do that to me. With a deep sigh, I wiped my eyes and stood up.

"Sorry about that." I muttered, picking up the crumbled paper that I had forgotten about and my bag; shoving the paper down in the pocket with the rest of them

"No, it's okay." Michael stood up, watching my movements closely. He bit his lip, thinking about something

"Do you want to go out for a bit? You seem like you need an adventure." He grabbed my wrist after I had agreed, pulling me off the stage and down the aisles.