Bloodshot; A Michael Clifford Fanfic {5SOS} (COMPLETE)

Chapter 13; Keeping Secrets

{ A/N: Hey guys! I hope you had a wonderful break! Sorry this took so long, I had a bit of writer's block. But no worries, chapter 13 is here! Enjoy xx}

It's been two weeks since Luke and I had sex. Two weeks of me worrying and waiting for a baby to fucking pop up out of no where because stupid Lucas didn't wrap his willy or whatever people say. Michael could obviously tell I was upset, so he would keep asking and asking, but I just couldn't tell him. I would tell him I'm fine, but he would just say "that's what every person says when they're not fine." And he's right.

~Flashback~

I sit at the little round table anxiously, squeezing my coffee cup. It warmed my hands up and the smell of coffee had some odd comforting sensation.

Suddenly, the tall boy who had called me to meet him at this quaint coffee shop, sat in front of me. He wore a black hoodie with some black sunglasses and his usual black skinny jeans and black vans.

"Alright Luke. Why are we here? This isn't a date right?" I ask.

"No. This is just a... Visitation. How are things going? Hm?" He asked, licking his lips and scanning my upper body.

"Things are going." Is all I say.

"You better cooperate, missy. You can't back out of this plan now." He leans in slightly and pulls his sunglasses down so his light blue eyes can piece my dark brown ones. "Because now I have something to tell Michael if you don't do as you're told." He says darkly. Then he sits back and smirks with his arms crossed, laying them on his chest.

My eyes widen and my gaze slowly falls down to my hands; I didn't realize it before, but now, Luke has something to blackmail me with if I don't go through with his plan.

~End Of Flashback~

    I ended up locking myself in my room for this whole time, trying to figure out how I could get myself out of this ditch I dug  myself into.

No matter what I do, Michael is going to be hurt...

I sigh loudly as I fall back on to my pillow and cover my eyes. Then I hear a soft knock at the door. I don't even tell them to come in, they just let themselves in cautiously and slowly.

"Hey, Chels..." I hear a soft voice say.

I spread my fingers apart on my eyes so I can see who it was- even though I already had a feeling it was the person I always want to see, especially when I'm upset.

"Hey, Mikey." I whisper back.

"Sorry for just walking in. Your mother let me in and told me how you've been locked up in your room for like, two weeks." He said as he came and sat down on my bed near my legs.

"Yeah..." Is all I say.

Usually I'd be glad that Michael is here, because then I would talk to him about my problems or whatever I was currently dealing with, and we would work together to figure out the best solution. But this is definitely not the case; I had to do this one on my own.

"Do you-uh- wanna talk about it?" He asks.

I continue covering my eyes with my hands.