Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

32 | Packing Up

ASHLEY'S POV

"Another raise, goes to me!" Emily cheered, her fists up in the air.

"Yeah, thanks to me." I sighed.

She sighed, too. "Something's going on."

"What?" I asked, pretending to not catch what she said although I heard it as clear as day.

"You're very off today. Ever since you walked into the cafe this morning, I knew something was wrong with you." She said, turning to me. 

I exhaled. "It's nothing."

From the corner of my eyes, I saw her eyes drift off onto the pebbles on the pavement.

"Michael's leaving for tour tomorrow." I gave in.

"Tour, huh?" She chuckled dryly. "So soon?"

"I know!" I grunted. "I mean, I started YouTube, too. But they're the ones getting all the recognition. Now, they're going on tour?"

She gave me an 'Are you serious?' look. "Ashley, stop being so jealous."

I sighed. "How long are they gone?" She asked me.

"A year." I whined.

"It's alright, Ash." She rubbed my back. Once she was done, she slid her hand passed where I'm comfortable with. I sent her an unsure look. "I'll be here to keep you company."

Let's see about that...

MICHAEL'S POV

Fuck.

That's all I could think of.

Lately, there's been some issues going on with me. 

In the middle of the night, I'd leak. And that'd wake me up. When I do, I have a really hard time getting the rest of it out. When it does come out, though, I find blood in it. And it's a mix of a very pukish yellow-green mixed with really bright red. When I'm done and want to go back to bed, I realize how much pain my back is in. My back would hurt so bad and I feel like a pregnant woman everyday because of it.

And being on tour with the boys?

I'd be waking up in the middle of the night everyday to pee and they would obviously notice the leakage sooner or later. This is so embarrassing! I can't let them know what bladder issues I have in my life. This should be a private thing. It'll be such a big risk to tour with them, but this was too big of an opportunity to give up for fucking urine.

I sighed, scratched my head and tugged roughly at my hair. What do I do?

Ashley will understand... Right?

I whipped out my phone and since I had Ashley on speed dial, it only took me a second before it was connecting.

In a beat, Ashley picked up the phone.

"Michael!" Her voice instantly showered me with happiness. "Hey."

"Hi." I checked the time. "Are you walking back from work?"

"Right now, yeah." She answered.

"Where are you exactly?" I asked.

"Just passing your house." She said. She laughed and another lady's giggle filled the background noise. "Like, two houses left. Why?"

I tried to think of ways to start the conversation about things with her later. Or should I just not invite her over?

"Uh, Mikey?" She called me again. I think I took too much time thinking.