Seven

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Michael walked inside his jouse, Liam right behind him as he walked into the bathroom and got the aspirin he said he would. "Michael, I swear to god if you ain't feeling well and you aren't telling nobody." Liam scolded, "Dammit Liam I'm fine, just a bit of a headache." Michael snapped as he took the white pills, knowing he has to fight in the rumble tonight or else he'll never live it down if they loose.

He'd think it was his fault because he wasn't there to help

Liam left the bathroom and Michael looked at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes were hazy, his skin was paler than usual, he had small black bags under his eyes, and he just didn't look well.

"Hey Cal, why do you fight?" Michael asked as he walked over to his older brother, "It shows how tough someone can be." Calum shrugged, "What about you Ash?" Michael asked, "He likes showing off his muscles." Calum smirked, "I'll use 'em on ya if you don't shut your trap." Ashton chuckled and Michael walked over, the elder putting his arm around Michael.

"I don't think you should be fighting tonight." Ashton mumbled, "Why not?" Michael asked, "Well, you were in shape before, but you've lost weight and you're not as strong as you were. Plus, you don't look all that good." Ashton cooed, "C'mon Ash, I'm fine. Please, I'll take on a little one." Michael pouted and Ashton sighed, "Fine." He huffed and then Liam slung Michael over his shoulder, causing the blonde boy to shriek.

"You ready to fight little boy?" Liam smirked, "I'm not little!" Michael shot back as he squirmed out of Liam's grip, almost falling over from a sudden rush of dizziness but he managed to cover it up.

"IT'S TIME TO RUMBLE BABY!"

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