That Clifford Kid (Luke Hemmings Sister)

4.1

Calum and I was sitting in the hotel room that Jack, Ben, and I had rented while Michael got some rest. It was easier for him to sleep in the room than on the bus.

I sighed as I heard him moan in pain making Calum flinch.

"It hurts." He started, "it hurts seeing your bestfriend in the pain that I saw Mike."

I wrapped my arm around him as he started crying.

"It could have been any of you Cal, but he was over there at the wrong time."

"I got hit on the arm Pandora! He got hit in the face! He could have went blind!" He whispered harshly through his tears.

"I understand that Calum. But he's going to be okay."

He nodded before looking at the red headed boy who just previously finished having his face bandaged up.

Ashton busted in the room, my brothers following him.

"We're going home." He bluntly stated.

"Why? I know Michaels hurt but I figured they'd make us play the rest of the shows here in the UK." Calum asked.

"They canceled them and moved them to a different time or gave a refund. They want him to go home and get some rest before we pick up the American part of Rock Out." Ashton sighed looking at Micheal who now has leaned up and was trying to sip through the straw that was placed in a can of Sprite. I quickly walked over and helped him out.

"Just pack up. We can get Michaels stuff." Luke half smiled before walking out of the room and most likely to the tour bus that was waiting outside.

I slid the suitcase on the bed and put anything anything that I had taken out. Sighing, I helped Michael up and we made our way to the tour bus only to have them take us to the airport, where fans backed off for once, letting us get Michael through security and onto the plane.
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We had now made it home and surprisingly enough, there wasn't any fans at the airport making it ten times easier for our parents to pick us up. I held Michaels hand as we came out of the terminal, only for his mum to shout 'My baby' and and run toward the injured boy and embrace him carefully in a tight hug.

I had his luggage, along with mine and Luke was carrying some of his older bandmates things, helping both of us.

The parents made sure he was okay before everyone went to their cars and drove home, Karen getting Michael home the fastest so he could rest.

We made it home, Jack pulling my luggage out of the boot and handing to me.

"Thanks." I sighed. He nodded before grabbing his own and walking inside.