Permanent Vacation ~ MGC

Part 33

Y/N's POV

"He's looking at me again." I mumbled, Michael's arms wrapped around me with his remote infront of us both. Jack glared at me from the seat on the opposite side of the bus, and I chewed on the edge of my sweater nervously.
"I'm gonna throw this remote at that dickhead if he doesn't stop." Michael sneered, although still engrossed in his game as the bus drove smoothly along some sort of main road.
I laughed slightly at his threat, before becoming unsuprisingly interested in the game Michael was playing on the bus' TV. I played a few videogames myself, but I never really spoke about it to anyone.
"Michael?" I said, stretching my head back, and looking up at his face, which had a focussed expression plastered accross it. He ignored me, still concentrating deeply on his game.
"Mikeeeyyy." I said, manoeuvring myself so I was kneeling on his legs; I put my arms around his neck, but rested my chin on his shoulder so he could still see his videogame.
"Y/N, I can't move the remote..." Michael mumbled, shifting in his seat to try and see around me. I heard his character on the game being shot at, and I smiled in success when the voiceover guy announced 'game over'.
"You made me die!" Michael shouted playfully, pushing me off of him and onto the seat beside him. We both laughed in unison, and I heard Jack scoff as he stood up, before wandered off to where the bunks were.
"I want a turn!" I declared, pushing Michael over so he lay sideways on his seat; he was lying down for long enough for me to grab the remote, and start the game.
"Do you even know how to play?" Michael question, sitting up and ruffling his hair.
I managed to shoot 3 players on the game, before answering Michael:
"As a matter of fact..." My character shot another player, and smiled as they did so, "I do."

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"So," Calum said, clapping his hands as he entered the living area at the back of the bus, "We have 3 hours to kill. Suggestions on what should we do?" He slouched into the nearest space on the sofa, which just so happened to be next to Jack, who stared blankly at his phone screen.
Ashton furrowed his brows in thought, putting his arm on the sofa behind Summer's back, whilst Michael and Luke shrugged simultaneously.
"Figure out how you guys could land yourselves in less negative media attention?" Jack spat suddenly, locking his phone and throwing it on the sofa.
"That's it." Michael spat, jumping up from his seat and running towards Jack, who was now standing up, smirking with his arms folded.
I stood up, following Michael, who now stood centimeters from Jack, towering over him in intimidation.
He grabbed the collar of Jack's shirt in one swift movement, and I gasped, stepping away as Michael began to speak.
"I don't know who the fuck you think you are Jack; you, or your Dad aren't and never will be our band manager!"
Despite Michael's grip on his shirt, and everyone in the room now standing close (excluding Summer) to ensure both of their safety, Jack smirked, before scoffing.
"You forget one thing: I might not be your manager, but I work for him. And I'm sure he'd much rather Y/N be with me; that way, your band wouldn't attract so much negativity fr-"
The bus still moved, but Michael silenced Jack by punching him in the jaw once, before being held back by Ashton and Calum, who looked just as startled as everyone else.
"Stay away from Y/N! She hates your god damn dickhead ass! We all hate you!" Michael shouted, struggling to get back to Jack, as he was still being held back when the bus slowly came to a halt.
Luke stayed sat in the corner of the sofa, as I stood beside Calum and Ashton as they kept Michael restrained.
The two security guys who were sat up front, jogged down the bus to us, one pulling Ashton and Calum away from Michael, and the other ushering Jack off the bus.
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Eventually, Michael calmed down, and I sat beside him, his head on my chest as his fists still remained tightly clenched.
Ashton stood up slowly, scratching the back of his head, before taking Summer to a bunk where she could lay down; the rest of the guys lay asleep on various places around the sofa.
"Hey, Y/N?" Michael whispered, turning his head to our eyes met; the bus started up again, so I assumed Jack had found somewhere else to stay, and someone else to upset and annoy. I felt relieved, smiling and sighing as Michael sat up.
"Yeah?"
"I uhm- are you pissed at me? For p-punching Jack?" Michael stammered, and I laced my fingers with his in reassurance.
"No; Jack was a dick. He made me feel... I don't know-- alone again. Like we were 15, and he was purposely here to make me feel like rubbish. He always made me feel worried, and when I found out what he was really like... I felt alone. I feel alone, Mikey."
"But, Y/N, I'm here. You aren't alone." Michael said, squeezing my hand, and placing his head on my shoulder. A tear slipped from my eye, although I knew Michael was right; I wasn't alone, but that's how Jack made me feel just from being around.
"I-- I know, I j-"
"Do you really want to move in with me?" Michael asked, and I turned my head in suprise of his question.
"Michael I already told you I would m-"
"But you said you feel alone..." He trailed off, his hand loosening from mine; he laced both of his hands together, placing them in his lap, and leaning his head back. His eyes were flooded with sadness and worry, and I began to feel guilty for making him feel that way.
"That's why I want to move in with you; you don't make me feel alone Michael. I lov-" I was cut off by Michael's lips crashing with mine; our lips moved together in sync, lingering before we pulled apart.
"I know," Michael whispered, placing our foreheads together, "I love you too."

(A/N: This chapter was so cheesy at the end, I'm sorry, haha. Thanks for reading this book!! (This isn't the ending chapter, but it's almost over :( ))