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

Chapter 14; Assistance

    { **** IMPORTANT **** READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER }

It's been a few days since Michael has spoken to me; nicely anyway. Ashton invited all of us to go out with him to a café because he thinks we don't spend enough time together. Although, Luke couldn't join us because he said he wanted to work on their new album some more.

So at the time, it was just Ashton, Calum, Michael, and I. Michael would just glare at me, or even say something sarcastic. Not a funny sarcastic, but asshole sarcastic. I could tell that Calum and Ash thought something was up. But they would just shrug it off and continue their conversation.

So that's how it went for however many days. I've lost count to be honest. I've just been in my room moping around and crying- a lot.

But today was different.

I need to talk to someone about this. Someone I trust as much as I trust Michael...

"Mum I'm leaving." I shout across the house as I run down stairs, slip on my shoes and grab my keys of the hook.

"Where to?" She asks, sitting on the couch facing the TV.

"Calum's" I answer, then I shout an 'I love you' and walk quickly out to my car.

Because of me having many sleepless nights- that's what happens when you overthink as much as I do- I was feeling drowsy. I hate driving while I feel sleepy but this was an emergency. I knew I wouldn't get sleep until I told someone about this. I did have the idea of talking to my mom, but I know if I say anything about what i'm doing in this situation, she would do nothing but give me a lecture. I already know what I'm doing is wrong, I just didn't want Michael getting hurt.

I pull into Calum's driveway, parking my car sloppily, then I hop out and walk up to the door. I knock in an urgent manner, hoping he'll get the gist.

"Come on in." I hear his voice.

I open the door and turn to the left to find him sitting on his white/creme couch, slouching horribly with a guitar basically on top of him. He was wearing black shorts and a black t-shirt, and his dark curls slightly messy. He was softly strumming his guitar, obviously not trying to improve his skills.

"Oh hey Chels- woah... You look like you haven't slept in days... And it looks like you've been crying. Is everything alright?" He asks all at once as if he knows why I came here.

He just looks at me while he's sitting in the same position.

I open my mouth like I was going to say something, but instead of words coming out, I just start sobbing instead.

I put my face in my hands as I try to stop myself from crying; I was hoping I wouldn't do this. I drop down to my knees and continue my crying attack that snuck up on both of us.

I hear Calum shuffling as he places his guitar on the couch and kneels next to me and just gives me a giant bear hug and rocks me slowly.

"Shhh." He says quietly. "It's okay Chelsea, I'm here." He says sweetly as he rubs the back of my head.

I try to respond, but I'm in that state where I've cried so much that I'm just taking in ragged and short breaths. We sit there for a little while longer, with Calum whispering in my ear saying it's going to be okay- even though I know it won't be.

"Sorry Calum." I mumble with a strained voice because i've cried so much.

"It's okay... Do you want to talk about it?" He asks as he moves his head to look at me.

I had ended up laying my head on his chest, still crying into his now damp shirt.

I nod my head and hesitantly look at him, for I looked like a mess.