Drunken DMs

Chapter 48

Michael

I jumped in the first cab I could find outside of the new hotel the guys and I were staying at. I remember hearing all three of them yell after me, as I was leaving the room. But I didn't stop, as soon as I realised that I had everything I needed, being my phone and wallet. There was nothing stopping me from getting to Leah's.

The taxi pulled up to the apartment building twenty minutes later. It was only twenty minutes, but it felt like fucking forever. I was so anxious. I had no idea, why Ambur wanted me to get over there so goddamn quickly.

While in the cab, my phone went off the hook with text messages from the boys.

From Luke: where the fuck did you go?

From Cal: dude omfg where'd you go? But did you see this? You'll fucking laugh! 😂😂 (link to Georgia's confession)

I pressed on the link in Calum's message and watched the video. I couldn't help but laugh, it was clearly Ambur, filming Georgia's confession.
I would have seen that myself on Twitter seeing as I follow her, but management had told me to lay off social media for the time being after that stupid little bitch filmed my meltdown in the hospital.

I chucked a fifty dollar note, to the driver and exited the cab, not caring if it was enough or not. I needed to see Leah. I needed to know what was so urgent for me to get to her apartment. I got out and sprinted to her door. I was so impatient that I just kept ringing the buzzer, "hold your fucking horses," I heard the American accent of Ambur, "oh it's you,"
"What's going on?" I demanded, "why was it so urgent that I fucking get here, with out you explaining why?"
"You might wanna see Leah," Ambur told me, "she'll be able to tell you,"
"Okay," I sighed, "where is she?"
"Her bedroom,"

I made my way to the room that I'd become familiar with over the last couple of weeks. I couldn't help but smile at the memories, Leah and I had made in the apartment.
That first night; when she literally ran and jumped into my arms, the nights we spent cuddling on her couch; all hours of the morning, the night we went clubbing together; and the events that took place afterwards. And who could forget her parents walking in on us, her dressed in my tank, and me just in my boxers. I don't think I'd ever been more embarrassed in my life.

"Leah?" I called out, as I walked through her bedroom door, "you there, babe?"
"Mike?" She called out, and before I knew it, just like the night we met. She ran straight into my arms, jumping and wrapping her legs around my waist. She hurried her face in to my neck
"Everything okay?" I asked
"Yeah," she sighed, "everything's fine," she took a breathe, "I remember everything,"

I was in shock, I put her down on the ground, grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the bed.
We sat down, and I didn't know what to do or, say. I should be happy, I should be kissing her or hugging her or something. That was when she spoke, "are you gonna say anything?" She asked
"Huh?" I questioned, "what?"
"I just told you I remembered everything Michael, and you can't say anything?" That broke me out of my trance, her words, the way they were spoken. My reaction hurt her
"Leah," I looked at her, placing my hand on her thigh, "you really remember?" I couldn't help but smile, "you remember me?"
"Yeah, Mike," she smiled, "I remember you, everything between us," I could cry tears of joy at any moment now, "the night I drunkenly messaged you, the day you replied, the day you gave me your number, everything," I couldn't help myself any longer, I wrapped my arms around her neck, and tackled her on to the bed. Leaving kisses all over her face
"Oh my fucking God, I've missed you," I said in to her neck, "you have no fucking idea how long I've needed to hear that,"
"I know, and I'm sorry I didn't remember you," she said, "but I think we need to talk,"
"Yeah..." I trailed off, "yeah, I think we do,"

Photo of Michael bc Bae