Permanent Vacation ~ MGC

Part 32

Y/N's POV

"Are we there yet?" Michael groaned for the thousandth time in the last five minutes. We'd been driving on the tour bus for around 4 hours now, and little did Michael know, that we still had 4 hours left until we arrived in Melbourne.
"Nope." I mumbled bluntly, popping the 'p' as I drew shapes on the window, and smiled.
"Ugh." He sighed, getting up from his seat and going to the front of the bus to grab us a drink each.
"He's so irritating." Calum laughed, swinging his legs to the rhythm of a tune that rang throughout the bus.
When Michael returned with the drinks, I downed my soda in a minute; the tour bus was so warm, and I was glad we were stopping soon.
"When are we stoooping?" Michael groaned, and I laughed as his complaining mirrored my exact thoughts.
"Now." Luke said, walking forward from his seat and to the security guy driving the bus. I looked out of the window, frowning confusedly when I saw where we were.
"Why are we outside of a hotel?"
I walked to the front of the bus, where Luke stood, and the security guy exited.
"Uhm, I don't know..." Luke mumbled, walking back to where Michael, Calum, Ashton and Summer sat. I followed, sitting in between Ashton and Michael, who instinctively put his arm around me.
We sat talking for around 20 minutes before the security guy returned again with someone trailing behind him who looked vaguely familiar.
"You've got to be kidding," Ashton said, moving his arm from around Summer, and standing up, "Shit."
"Hey don't swear!" I joked, mimicking Ashton's own quote.
"Y/N..." Ashton looked at me apologetically, then to the aisle in between the bunks, where someone I knew too well stood.
"Jack?" I said, spilling my drink onto the floor in suprise. I could feel my hands begin to shake, as Michael's arm around me tightened, and I moved closer into his side.
"Dude, why are you here?" Ashton spat; I remembered him and Jack arguing. I remembered what he did to me, and how he made me feel; all of those feelings that had faded from when I was 15, now flooded over me again, and a single tear slipped from my eye.
*flashback*

"Y/N it-it didn't mean annnything you know I love youuu." Jack slurred; It was my family's Christmas party, and Jack had been invited. Instead of being festive like everyone else, he had gone into the fridge, stolen Mum's wine, and drank the entire bottle. When I went to look for him, he was in the garden, making out with some girl who wasn't even any relation to our family; I didn't know how she'd gotten in.
"Jack, you're drunk at my Mum's Christmas party; then I found you making out with some other girl, and you expect me to believe that you love me?!" I shouted at him, my throat burning but no tears falling from my eyes. I'd been expecting this; Jack turned up to school every day, hungover, and he spoke to me less and less every day. I'd seen him texting other people, but I loved him, I thought he loved me; I was oblivious to what he was making me feel, until now. My heart was broken, and I was alone.

*end of flashback*

"I'm replacing my Dad as your tour manager." Jack smirked, and then, it hit me: Dan was Jack's Dad; He wanted me away from Michael because he wanted me back with Jack. I had only heard of Jack's Dad over the phone, but from what I had heard, he always defended Jack no matter what.
"No, you're not!" Ashton shouted, and the boys all looked at me confusedly; only Michael and Ashton knew about Jack, but that was how I wanted it to stay. I stayed silent, although I was now crying into Michael's chest.
"I am, at least while you're all in Melbourne. But don't worry, I'll stay away from beautiful Y/N over there." Jack smirked, walking to the front of the bus as it began to move again.
"What was that about?" Summer said, and I lifted my head from Michael's chest, as he looked at me sympathetically.
"Uhm... Jack? Let's-Let's just say we don't get along." I mumbled, wiping away my tears, and drawing shapes on the window again.

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"So, how is it being back home in Aus?" I heard the interviewer ask, although I wasn't really listening what he had to say, since I was on the opposite side of a window to the boys. They'd finished their accoustic gig, and were now being interviewed as a part of a another radio show.
I sat on a sofa in a lounge area with Summer beside me, and Jack opposite; I saw him glare at me every so often, but I ignored it and continued staring blankly at he red walls.
I looked towards the window, as Michael began to speak, answering a question that I hadn't heard myself.
"Uhm... yeah, I guess I'm the only one still staying with my Mum. Ashton lives with Calum, and Luke... no Luke still stays with Liz." They all laughed, and I smiled as they did so.
"You know," Jack began, but Summer and I still continued to watch the interview through the window, "If I was their actual manager, I wouldn't be so lenient. They'd all be single, to attract more attention of course, and you'd never had been involved with Michael."
I still watched the interview, as Luke and Michael talked about what would happen if they lived together like Ashton and Calum, but still replied to Jack's comment:
"Well, you're not their manager, just their tour manager. And even if you were you couldn't control what they do." I spat, as the boys began taking off their headphones, and wandering out of the room.
Jack didn't reply, instead, he smirked and nodded, standing up when, one by one, my brother and his bandmates exited the studio.
"Y/N, can I talk to you?" Michael smiled, and I nodded as he ushered me aside, infront of a door that said 'staff only.' We moved out of the way, as a girl who I assumed worked at the radio station exited the door.
"What is it?" I smiled, putting my arms around Michael's torso, and snuggling my head into his chest.
"I uhm, I was thinking..." he trailed off, breaking our embrace, and scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"You were thinking what?" I laughed, looking behind us, where the girl who passed us earlier seemed to be in conversation with Luke.
"Uhm, do you want to... I don't know, maybe... ugh."
I looked at Michael in confusion; as he looked at his feet for a few seconds, before running his hands through his brown hair.
"Michael what are y-"
"Move in with me." He said bluntly, and I looked around to see if anyone had heard; no one had, but Luke was now hugging the girl who had passed us, and Calum stood awkwardly on his own as Summer spoke to Ash.
I looked back at Michael, not sure what to say to his question, or rather statement.
"Say something." Michael said, grabbing both of my hands in his, and looking at me in the eyes.
"I-I don't know wh-"
"Please," he pleaded, and I smiled as he stuck out his bottom lip, "I know we've been dating for only, what- how long is it?"
"A week." I laughed.
"Yeah, a week. But I don't know, I just-"
"Yes, Michael. I'll move in with you." I laughed, and before I could speak again, Michael pulled me into a tight hug.