It Started With A Game -5 Seconds Of Summer- (DISCONTINUED. SORRY GUYS.)

Chapter 29

I felt something move beside me, causing me to wake up. I haden't even remembered falling back asleep. I looked beside me to find my dad sound asleep. I smiled and kissed his forehead before walking out of the room, and upstairs to my bedroom. Michael was up walking around my room. "Where have you been!?" Michael whispered shouted as I walked towards him.

"I was down stairs calm down." I whispered looking at my clock, on my nightstand. It was only 6am... Why the fuck am I up again!?

"Why?" He asked hugging me.

I shrugged hugging him back, then I went through some clothes, pulling out a sweatshirt that said 'My turtle has more swag than you' with a picture of a turtle wearing sunglasses, and a pair of sweat pants. "Couldn't sleep." I mumbled. I grabbed a black bra, and black underwear before trudging towards my bathroom.

"Oh. You should have waken me up then." He mumbled following behind me.

"It was like 3am..." I said turning around, causing him to walk right into me. "And I want to change.. Why are you following me?" He shrugged and walked into the bathroom, pulling me in with him.

"Michael." I groaned looking in the mirror. My eyes were blood shot, and I had bags under them. My brown hair looked terrible.

"You were crying." He stated, grabbing my clothes and putting them on the toilet lid, and grabbing my hands in his and kicking the door shut.

"Well yeah. Isn't that obvious?" I asked rolling my eyes at him.

"Eva." He groaned resting his forehead on mine. His breath fanned my face making me feel weak at me knees.

"Michael." I mimicked him. "I'm fine, I just had a dream and it brought back memories. Everything's fine, I'm fine. Stop worrying about me."

"I can't help it." He growled pushing me against the door. I gasped, clearly not expecting that. "I worry about you all the time, every single day, every minute, every second. You clearly aren't fine!"

"I'm fine!" I growled back trying to push him off of me but it wasn't working. "Fucking get off Michael."

"No." He stated pushing his body against mine. "Not until you tell me what got you so worked up."

I stared at him for a bit then said, "If I never left I would never have fucking left my mom. This is all my fucking fault! If I weren't some little bitch who got her way, none of this would happen!" I shouted trying to push him away from me, using as much force as I could. But he didn't budge.

"It wasn't your fault Eva." He mumbled kissing my forehead. "It really wasn't stop blaming yourself."

"It was Mikey.." I whimpered closing my eyes. "If I didn't go, she wouldn't of been under so much stress.. Her heart would be good.."

"You don't know that. And plus if you never did go I would probably never of met you." He whispered kissing my cheek.

"Why do you even bother?" I whispered looking at him.

He gave me a questioning look, "What do you mean?"

"Why do you care so much about me?" I mumbled.

"Because I fucking love you! How could you ask such a dumb question!?" He growled. I froze, my breathing hitched. He just said he loves me... His eyes went wide, noticing what he just said.. "I-"

"Do you mean it?" I blurted out, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say.

He nodded biting his lip resting his hands above my head.

"I love you too..." I whispered resting my head in the crook of his neck.

"Really, or are you just saying that?" He mumbled.