Broken||M.C

*Fourteen*

Avery

I stepped off the plane in Dublin. Michael had been overjoyed that I was coming and so had I. It had taken six days to get everything finalized and now the boys were in Dublin for their next show, which was tonight.

I walked out of the gate and then I saw him. Calum was standing by his side, black hair peeking out from underneath his snap back. I smiled and he smiled as soon as he saw me.

I practically ran to him and he engulfed me in a hug. Once we parted, I hugged Calum and then we went to get my bags.

"So did you bring a ton of stuff?" Michael asked.

"No, just three bags." I said.

"Really? That's even less then what Calum brings."

"I don't bring that much." Calum said.

Michael was just laughing as Calum glared at him. I just laughed and shook my head at both of them.

I grabbed my bags and then followed the boys out to the SUV. Michael insisted on driving, much to mine and Calum's dismay.

"Well I'm sitting up front, then." I said.

"Be my guest." Calum said.

It wasn't that Michael was a bad driver, he just wasn't the most observant. I was going to sit up front and help him out with that.

"I'll help you pay attention." I said.

I grabbed his phone and held onto it.

"And first of all, no cell phones."

"I can text and drive, I've done it before."

"Yeah, I know because you were talking to me and I stopped answering you when I found out."

"Oh my gosh, really?" Calum said, laughing. "That's great. I should do that next time."

"Sit down and shut up." Michael said.

He put the SUV in gear and the backed up and we pulled out of the parking lot.

"I don't see how you people can drive on the wrong side of the road." I said.

"It's not that hard." Michael said.

"Looks like it is." I said.

"Nah, it's not." Cal said.

"Yeah, why don't you give it a try." Michael said.

"No way. I don't have my license to drive over here."

"It won't hurt to just go for a few minutes. Come on, I'll teach you." He said.

"Umm..Michael I don't think that's a good idea." Cal said.

"Yeah, I'm with Calum." I said.

"Nope, you're gonna learn."

He pulled over and got out, then came over on my side and opened the door.

"Michael, I don't know..."

"Get out and go over there. It won't be bad." He said.

I got out and got into the driver's seat. Buckled up, turned on the car, put it in gear and the turned it around.

Pulling out wasn't bad. But once I pulled out on the road, it got crazy. Michael started yelling, cars were honking their horns and I was pretty sure that poor Calum was passed out.

The drive ended with me hitting a pole and the three of us trying to figure out how to leave the country and if Ashton and Luke could survive being a duet act.

We drove back to the hotel and dropped my stuff off. Michael was going to take the SUV, and I insisted on going with him.

"It was my fault and I wanna go." I said

"No, it was my fault. I forced you to drive, I knew I shouldn't have."

"Well I'm still coming with you." I said.

"Okay, it's your choice then."

I grabbed my purse and we went out to the SUV. Michael drove it to the rental car place and the manager came out.

"What happened?" He asked before we could even explain.

But before I could say a word, Michael answered him.

"It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention and I hit a pole. I'm willing to pay for the damage."

"You better believe you'll be paying for it. Just because your done famous guy doesn't mean you'll be getting away with it."

"I know, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Michael said.

He gave the man his contact information so that he could get in touch about the bill and such and then we took a bus back to the hotel.

He came and crashed in my room, while I got settled.

"Why'd you do that back there?" I asked.

"Take the fall for you?" He asked.

"Yeah, why'd you do it?"

"It was my fault. I forced you to drive, it hadn't of done that, you wouldn't have hit that pole. So it was my fault."

"No one has ever done that for me before." I said.

"Taken the fall for you? Really?" He said.

"Never. I don't have many friends."

"Well it doesn't matter how many friends you have, you'll always have me." He said.

"Thanks, Michael. It means a lot to hear you say that."

"Anytime. Hey, want some food?" He asked.

"Do I? I'm starving."

"Okay, let's go see if the boys are ready and we'll go get some before we have to go to the arena."

We headed out to find the boys and get some food.

But what Michael had said, it kept replaying in my head. About always having him, I honestly he hoped that it was true.

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Well this chapter was longer, but I accidentally deleted it the first time🙄 yeah I almost cried. But anyway, here is the second, shorter version. Hope you like it!

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