Mike's POV
As I stepped off the plane in Seattle, I rushed to baggage claim looking for Ryan.
Last night when he had called and ask me to come to Seattle and help out with Alison, I was shocked. Of all people to ask for help, he asked me. But I wasn't going to question it because if something was wrong with Alison, I would do anything to help her.
When I reached baggage claim, found my bags, and Ryan, we both headed for the car.
"So, why me?" I questioned, not being able to leave it alone.
"You two seemed to be close, and I feel like she might listen to us if we try together." Ryan answered.
"What exactly is wrong with her?" I asked.
"She uhm, she was pregnant. But she lost the baby." Ryan said, his voice breaking mid sentence.
"I'm so sorry mate." I said softly.
"There is nothing you could've done about it." He said as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"You love her don't you?" I asked.
"Yeah, I do." He answered as he let out a sigh and loosened his grip.
"I can tell." I said.
"You like her too, don't you?" He asked.
"I just want her to be happy, and she seems happy with you." I replied.
"I just wish she didn't have to go through everything that she is. I wish I could just get her away from it all and protect her from being hurt." Ryan said as we pulled up outside what I assumed was his apartment.
"What do you mean get her away from it all?" I asked.
"Away from the fans and the papz, and anyone trying to say bad things about her." He replied.
"I've read the articles online about everything going on." I started, "I never meant for people to think there was something more than friendship going on between her and I."
"I'm not mad at you Mike. If I was, I never would have asked you to come here. I think that maybe with you here, she might start listening to what we have to say. I know she loves you as a friend and with two people she really cares about, I think she will listen." He stated before opening his door.
I followed his lead and did the same, getting my bags from the back, and then following him to his front door.
"You can stay in the guest room here if you want." Ryan offered.
"That's fine with me." I said, "Thanks."
"Thank you for actually coming." He said.
"Ryan, I would honestly do anything to help Alison." I replied.
"What made you like her so much?" He asked.
That's when all the memories came rushing back.
*flashback: 1 year ago*
I walked down the California street, one of my best mates, Stu Larsen, at my side. We were heading to a park a few blocks away so we could busk. It had been awhile since either of us had been here, and it was nice to be back.
As we reached the park, I took note to a girl sitting on a bench at the park entrance. She was leaned over and had her head in her hands. You could hear her crying softly. What caught my attention was the guitar sitting next to her. It had an orange paw print on the upper right hand corner, and on the left corner was a quote. A quote I knew all too well.
