Mistakes

01. What's That Noise?

Michael's POV
I groaned as my alarm went off like crazy.
Slapping it multiple times, I decided to get up and actually shut it off.
I then got a shower, washing my hair with my color protection shampoo. I had to use women's shampoo or my hair color would fade.
I was singing in the shower when I heard the door open.
What the hell?
I screamed when I saw a girl sitting on the toilet.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were in the shower!"
"What? How did you get into my house and why are you wearing my clothes?"
"Um. You picked me up off the road and said I could stay here until I got back up on my feet?"
She seemed confused.
Thinking about last night, I remember exactly what happened.
Shit!
My girlfriend, well now ex-girlfriend, cheated on me, so I went to my normal pub and drank and smoked weed until I forgot about her.
She stepped out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, going into my closet and putting on my black, ripped jeans, a random t-shirt, and my black Vans.
"Were you drunk?" she accused when I stepped into the living room.
I scoffed, pretending to be offended.
"I know you're lying. I've used it many times. You were drinking and driving! You're a sick bastard, you know that?"
"No one got hurt. What's the big deal?"
When I saw her tense up in anger, I knew something had happened to her concerning that particular subject.
"What's the big deal? You could've been killed or killed someone else! God. You're so much worse than a rapist."
"Hey! That's not fair. I don't usually do it, but I had literally drank away any common sense that I have."
"You think that's an excuse?"
I coward back as she yelled at me.
"You're just like him."
Who?
"I'm sorry?"
"Don't you have rehearsals?"
"Ugh. Yeah. I better get going. I'll see you when I get back."
She nodded as I grabbed my keys and left the apartment.
Arriving at a secret location, we all were directed where to go and rehearsed for the tour coming up.
I wonder what Ryan's going to do while I'm gone.
With Ryan on my mind, I couldn't concentrate, so they called the rehearsal early.
"Hey, mate, today's game night at your place, so the band was wondering if we could just come on to your place."
Fucking shit hell.
"Um. Sure."
What the fuck, Michael? Are you stupid?
Soon after that, the boys were all on our way to my house, and I left last, so they would beat me there, meaning Ryan had no warning.
I should've gotten her number.
The drive was short and the boys were already on their way up.
Walking to my floor, I was held back by Ashton.
"Michael, stop."
What the fuck?
Then I heard it. Ryan was blasting music and you could hear the floor squeaking right inside the living room.
"Someone's in your apartment and they aren't hiding it."
I shrugged out of Ashton's grip.
"Two words: I know."
"What?"
"I know who it is. It's Ryan."
They smiled, thinking it was a guy.
"Cool. Someone else to beat your ass."
I rolled my eyes.
"Um. Not so sure about that."
I then unlocked the door and opened it, only to find Ryan in absolutely nothing except a sports bra and tight booty shorts.
I can't lie and say she wasn't attractive.
She was skinny and had nice assets. Her hair was a brown color that went down to her mid back.
It was her dancing that captivated me though.
She was gracefully spinning and stretching to the music that I easily recognized as Is There Somewhere? by Halsey.
"Damn," Calum said as the song ended.
We had been standing there for a while as we walked in at the beginning of the song.
She gasped and turned around quickly, only to become aware of what she was wearing.
"Cac!" (A/N: shit in Irish)
She struggled to get a loose t-shirt over her head.
"No need to put that shirt back on. You can keep doing that. So much better than our original plans."
She rolled her eyes.
"Pervertiti," she rolled off her tongue.
She was speaking different languages.
"How many languages do you know?"
"Four. English, Spanish, Italian and Irish."
The guys gawked at her while I just looked at her, impressed.
She cleared her throat and looked at them, then looked at me.
"Oh! I'm rude. Calum, Luke, and Ashton, this is Ryan. Ryan, this is Calum, Luke, and Ashton."
"Um. Michael. Can I talk to you for a second?" Ashton asked, nodding towards my room.
I knew what this was about, so might as well get it over with.
I headed towards my room, knowing he would follow.
"Mate, what about Crystal?"
"One: this isn't like that, at all. Two: I caught Crystal cheating on me yesterday afternoon."
Ashton was in shock.
Crystal had been an awesome relationship, to be completely honest. I mean, yeah, we argued occasionally, but it was never anything big. We met through Ashton's ex-girlfriend Brianna.
"I'm sorry, mate. That sucks."
"Yeah. It does, but I don't honestly have time to mope around about it. I did plenty of that last night which ended me with a girl I don't remember picking up."

Getting cheated on is shit, let me tell you. You question every memory you've ever had with them... if they were cheating on you while it happened. You question your self-worth and why you weren't good enough for them in the first place. You question what you did to drive them to cheat on you... or if they are just that low of a human being.

"Just be careful. I don't trust her," Ashton said, breaking me from my pitying thoughts.
"I didn't expect you to. You aren't exactly very trusting. It took me a year to gain your trust."

"It's not like that. She seems strange and not the good kind."
"You're paranoid."
We then returned to the living room when we heard yelling.
Walking in, I saw a beautiful site.
Luke, Calum, and Ryan were playing COD and Ryan was killing them a lot.
"No fucking way."
"Is she really killing them?"
I couldn't believe it. Ryan was literally destroying the two best at the game and they were teamed up, she was by herself.
Later, she destroyed us by herself and the rest of us on a team.
"This isn't good. You're never allowed to game night again," Luke complained.
"Y'all are just mad I'm better than you."
This girl would fit just fine, and everyone knew that, except herself.