Friend, Please

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Alissa's POV

As we finish off the last of the Chinese food I notice how tired I actually am. "Guys what time is it?" I say yawning.

"About eight." Calum answers.

"Can I go to bed." I ask wearily.

"You could've whenever you wanted." Luke says laughing tiredly.

"Well okay I'm exhausted." I say making my way to the beds. I grab a pair of pjs and my toothbrush. I slip into the bathroom and put the pjs on and brush my teeth. I take a look at myself in the mirror and notice the makeup still on my skin. Fucking hell. I walk out into the small hallway, but before I can reach the bunk full of bags, Michael runs into me.

"Sorry." He apologizes.

"It's fine." I say looking away from him. As we stand awkwardly I huff out an annoyed breath. "So are you going to move or," I trail off.

"I'm waiting for you to move out of the way of my bunk." Michael says pointing at the top bunk behind me. I look over my shoulder to see a name tag that reads Michael. Looking at the bottom bunk I notice my name.

"Oh sorry." I say brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm trying to get to the bag bunk." I say pointing behind him. I notice Michael cracks a smile at my statement. "What." I say irritated.

"Just we call it the Junk bunk, bag bunk just sounds funny." He says try to conceal his shit eating grin.

"Well one of us needs to move so, move." I say impatiently.

"Why don't you?" He asks snarkly.

"Seriously Michael I'm too tired to deal with your shit at the moment just move." I say trying to push him to the side. The second my hand makes contact with his skin he stiffens. "Oh my fucking god, seriously this isn't funny Michael." I glare pushing him as hard I can. Michael doesn't even flinch.

"I'm sorry." Michael says in the most serious tone I have ever heard him speak. He then quickly slides out of my way and waits patiently for me to grab my things. His head is hung low inspecting his socks intently. I quickly grab my face wash and makeup wipes.

"Uhm I need to get back into the bathroom." I say softly.

"Sorry okay." Michael responds not looking at me he moves out of the way of the bathroom door. However not looking where he was going he ran into the sliding door. He stumbles back holding his forehead.

"Are you okay?" I ask concerned.

"I'm fine." He says grimacing and clutching his head.

"Look at me." I say sternly. Michael just keeps his head low. "Michael." I say warning. He slowly looks up but doesn't remove his hand from his head. "Let me see." I say looking him at him in the eye. He slowly removes his hand over the already forming bruise. I walk closer to him reaching out to examine it. Michael winces as my fingertips brush against the freshly formed cut. "Sorry." I say retreating my hand back to my side. "It looks like you'll probably have a bruise tomorrow and you are bleeding a bit. You should clean the wound and then put some ice on it and take an ibuprofen." I say looking him in the eye he stares right back at me calmly.

"Thank's Ali-Alissa." He stutters out.

"Do you want any help?" I ask still slightly concerned.

"It's okay Ashton is really good with first aid stuff." Michael says averting his eyes from my own.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yeah I'm really clumsy so the boys are used to needing to help with my frequent minor injuries." He says laughing. He then winces from the pain of the bump on his head.