Drunken DMs

Chapter 47

Michael

"Mate, you have to stop you're moaning and shit!" Calum said to me
"Why?" I asked, "why should I have to fucking stop?"
"Because we have to go back soon!" Ashton said
"You know very well I'm not fucking going back, not until Leah remembers me!"
"Mate have you ever thought that maybe she won't remember you?" Luke asked, and I just glared at him. How dare he think that!
"Don't you fucking dare say that!" I yelled again, I was so sick of their negativity! "How would you feel if the girl you loved was couldn't remember you?"
"Wait what did you just say?" Ashton asked
"I said the girl I loved... Oh fuck,"
"Do you really love her mate?" Luke asked
"Yeah I guess I do,"
"What do you mean you guess?" Calum asked, "you do or you don't,"
"Well then I do," I shrugged, "I know I'm falling for her at least,"
"Alright we'll push it back a week or so," Luke said, "then we'll see what happens,"
"She will remember me right?" I asked them, although, I guess I was asking myself more
"You have to have hope dude," Ash told me, "don't give up,"
"I'm not giving up, no fucking way,"

It was around an hour later, that my phone rang, it was Ambur, I'd gotten her number just before she left to go and pick up Leah from the hospital; mainly so she could give me updates, "hey what's up?" I asked
"You need to get over here right away,"
"Where are you?" I asked
"Leah's," she said, "just fucking get here,"

Ambur

"Ha, Michaels got you right where he wants you, huh? You're wrapped around his finger!"
"Oh my God!" I yelled at her, "do you actually think that shits gonna fly? Why the fuck would Leah be wrapped around his finger?"
"Well because she's choosing to believe him over someone she's known for years!"
"Really?" I scoffed, "Michael and I have been the only two people here for her over the last few months! You fucking ditched her for your boyfriend!"
"So? New relationship," she shrugged, not getting the point
"So why the fuck did you do it?" I got my phone out of my pocket, deciding to record her confession. Knowing that one retweet from one of the guys would ruin everything for her
"So tell me, what exactly, do you think I did?" Georgia asked Leah and I. I pressed record on the video, and started to record her confession
"We know what you did," I told her, "you created that hate account, just to ruin everything for Leah,"
"Yeah, I did,"

I stood there in silence, not believing she'd confessed, "and why Georgia, why did you do that?" I asked, "if Leah is your best friend? Shouldn't you be fucking happy for her?"
"Because she ditched me for him!" She yelled, "she ditched me for a guy, a famous guy no less,"
"So it was jealousy right?"
"What are you doing?" She asked, so she finally realised I was recording this, I said to my self
"What does it look like?" I asked
"Why the fuck would you do that?" She asked
"Because I fucking can," I shrugged, pressing stop on the recording
"You better not fucking post that," she warned me
"Oh honey, that's where you're wrong, I'm definitely gonna post this on Twitter; you know that Luke follows me right?" I laughed, "on retweet from him would ruin you completely!"
"Why would you do that though?"
"Because sweet heart, you posted that video of Michael on line, so why not give you a taste of your own medicine,"
"Please," she was begging now, "you can't do this,"
"And why the fuck not?" I asked, "you thought it was perfectly fine to ruin the one thing that actually made Leah happy! You caused your best friend to be in a car accident, by posting shit on line,"
"You're going to ruin me,"
"You nearly ruined Leah," I shrugged, "you nearly fucking killed her,"
"That's not my fault!" She screamed, oh my god did this bitch have an annoying as fuck scream, "if Michael wasn't so fucking stupid we wouldn't be here,"
"Yeah I'll admit that was stupid of Michael to believe that! But don't you fucking dare try to blame this on anyone but yourself," I took a breathe before continuing, "now if you don't leave right fucking now I will have Leah call the cops on your basic white girl ass,"
"UGH!" She knew she'd lost, and then as she turned to walk out she screamed.

I turned to look at Leah, who had been completely silent during that whole exchange. She was crouched on the floor, her hands clutching at her hair, "Leah, boo, are you okay?" I asked
"Call Michael,"
"Sweetie, what's wrong?"
"Just call him," she demanded, "I remember,"
"What do you remember?" I asked
"Everything,"

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