Baby On Board (A 5SOS Fanfic)

Chapter 17

It wasn't the right time for confrontation but everything in me just snapped. It was like you got lyrics for a song and you had to write it down before your mind decided to totally forget about the words you just thought of.

"Ashton?" I hollered from the kitchen. "Can you come over here for a second?"

There wasn't a respond but I could hear footsteps coming my way. He didn't even bother to come near me. He just stayed in the doorway looking confused and sad and like he was so done.

"Why did you throw these bars?" I asked pointing at the trash bin. "And a note? Really?"

He looked down to avoid my gaze but I wasn't done yet. I had to let this out. I don't like to address this issue but we had too. If not, it'd follow us everywhere, igniting fire and producing tension.

"Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can't we just get on with our lives and forget about the past? We were young, Fletcher. We were young. Those days we had together are far long gone now." I halted. I felt like I forgot how to breathe. "Why couldn't you just hand me these bars and wish me well because you know what? I'm so fucking done with life."

And that made him flinch. Finally, he looked up and directed his stare at me. It was so intense that I had to fight the urge to look away. I will stand my ground. I'm so tired of running.

"It's easy for you to say because you weren't the one who got left behind." He deadpanned. I couldn't take it.

"So this is about you? It isn't always about you for fuck's sake. Get over yourself." How could he be so selfish right now? I've been looking for my brother and now that I thought I could finally see and talk to him, he's nowhere to be found. "Of all the people here, you know how important this is for me!" I was definitely losing it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound that way." He looked ashamed. He should be.

"If you want to talk, we actually can. Please. I'm so tired of all these awkwardness and silent treatment we're giving each other. We were friends and we can still be." It's true, though. We were friends before we got into a relationship and I think that still counted for something. He knew me better than anyone else. Sometimes, he knew me better than I knew myself.

"Is everything okay?" Michael approached; a duffel bag slung on his right shoulder. I knew he could feel the stillness in the air. "I'm sorry to interrupt but, man, we have to go." He addressed Ashton.

"All good." Ashton told him before apologizing again to me.

"Are you seriously wearing blue trousers?" I asked Michael after Ashton excused himself to get his stuff.

"What is wrong with these?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing. I'm just used to your black skinny jeans." I let out a small laugh.

"I do what I want. I'm punk rock." And with that I released every bad vibe in me and let myself laugh out loud. I was so thankful of Mike at that moment.

"Thanks, Mikey." He opened his arms and I accepted the warm embrace that wasn't really familiar but always comforting. That was the thing with Mike; his aura would give you the impression of feeling welcomed and belonged.

The boys insisted that I stay in the flat. They told me to catch some snooze and it wasn't really necessary to send them to the airport. I obliged as I feel my eyes closing in defeat.

"We have too much guards and entourage already. We don't need another person acting all like mother to us." Calum grunted as I accompanied them to the lift.