Permanent Vacation ~ MGC

Part 21 - Y/N's POV

In case I was worrying over nothing, I stood behind the door to Ashton's room, peeking through a gap, as it was ajar. I could see Ashton standing at the end of his bed, and Michael standing about a meter infront of him.
"Why the hell would I be jealous of you?!" Ashton said, throwing his arms in the air. I stepped forward into his room, but over the shouting no one even heard me go in.
Michael wasn't shouting anywhere near as loud as Ashton, who seemed very irate, despite them only arguing about Michael and I being together. He said he wasn't annoyed earlier, but mixed with his breakup with Summer, he was most probably angry.
"I don't know!" Michael said, grabbing his hair then throwing his arms down, "Because your sister's dating me? I have a girlfriend? And yours broke up with you?" I saw anger rise through Ashton, the same as what had happened when he'd found out about Jack getting in trouble, and he swung his arm back, colliding with Michael's face.
I ran forward just in time to stop Michael from falling on the floor from the collision, and looked into his eyes before looking at Ash.
"Ashton, what the fuck?!" I screamed.
He seemed confused, yet angry at the same time. Ash looked at Michael, before looking at me with apologetic eyes. I swung Michael's arm around my shoulder, before leading him to the bathroom, to clean up the cut on his lip.
He jumped up onto the counter, holding his hand over his mouth, before I shut the door and locked it so Ash couldn't get in. I could hear him pacing backwards and forwards in his room, mumbling to himself so no one could hear.
"I'm s-so sorry." I said, my voice wavering a bit, whilst I searched for some cotton wool in the cabinet behind me; it's what Mum always used to clean my grazed knees when i was younger. When I found some, I turned back to Michael, who was trying to rub the dry blood from his hands. A single tear ran from my eyes, as guilt washed over me for Michael getting hurt. If I hadn't gotten coffee with him that day in the airport, the picture never would have been taken; the article wouldn't have existed; his lip wouldn't be bleeding from the punch Ashton had thrown at him.
"You didn't do anything." He sighed, looking up before wiping the tear from my face. I smiled weakly, before standing between his legs, and placing my hand upon his, that was rested on his thigh.
"Hold still." I said, wetting the cotton wool slightly, before dapping it on his lip. He winced a bit, before moving the hand on his thigh so that our fingers were laced together. When I'd dabbed all of the blood from Michael's lip, I placed the cotton on the counter beside him, before looking at our intertwined fingers. I smiled at the small gesture of affection, before Michael lifted my chin with his hand, kissing me on the head, and pulling me close so I could put my arms around his torso.
"What did he mean?" Michael said, as his arms snaked around me. I was confused, unless he was talking about the part of the argument I hadn't heard. I mumbled an 'I don't know' against his chest.
"Ashton; he said he'd messed up big time with Summer, and kept saying it wasn't his fault," I hummed against his chest again, as an indication for him to continue, "I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. That's when he flipped, saying he didn't want you to get hurt and stuff, that's why I asked if he was jealous."
I pulled away from Michael, collecting the cotton, telling him to hold it to his lip (which was bleeding again). He did as I said, and hopped down from the counter, before we went downstairs, to where Ash sat staring into space on the couch. We avoided him, walking into the kitchen to where I would eventually try to get a drink; Mum hadn't come back yet. As I opened the fridge, Ash spoke up, and I collected a bottle before turning around to face his back. Michael put his arm around me.
"Sorry, for your lip." Ashton mumbled, still staring at the wall. Michael nodded before my brother turned around, and spoke again. "You know why she broke up with me? Summer?" I shook my head, and he got up and leaned against the back of the couch so he was facing us. "Before we all left, we uhm..." He scratched his head awkwardly, and I raised my eyebrows, knowing what he meant, "She called me telling me we should break up. When I asked her why..." I walked over to Ash, and Michael followed. I leaned against the couch as he did, and Ash looked upset all of a sudden.
"Y/N, Summer's pregnant, and she thinks with tour and stuff, a baby will get in the way." I stayed silent, shocked at what he'd just said.
"Ash?" Someone said, and as we all turned our heads, Mum stood at the door.