Wrapped Around Your Finger [COMPLETED]

I'll Safety Pin The Pieces of Your Broken Heart Back Together

*Skip to April 3, the day before the tour starts* (Side note: I forgot to mention, Willow and Wren live together now. I also couldn't find the right video for this song so just listen to it on YouTube.)

Willow's POV

I was scrolling through my Twitter and got bored so I decided to check on the trending hashtags. That was a mistake. I saw a new hashtag that said #WeHate5SOSGFs. Being the curious little shit I am, clicked on it to see what they were saying. Even bigger mistake.

(The only two accounts that are real are @grraaaccceeeee and @TheChuckShurely. Those are not fake. They are Divergentfaction44 and I's. We don't post anything like this and feel free to check them out for proof.)

@Can'tStayCalm $○$- Who are those ugly ass hoes with @Luke5SOS and @Michael5SOS

@grraaaccceeeee- Luke could do better.

@TheChuckShurely- C'mon Michael. You could do so much better than that disgusting piece of trash. She's named after a tree!

I stop after that. Tears start to well and a few come loose. I quickly wipe them away before Wren comes back in the room.

"What's wrong love?" She asks. I have to show her the tweets. I can't show her the tweets. She already knew something was up.

I slowly get back onto Twitter and show her. She looks at me with eyes that say 'I'm sorry you had to see that'. More tears slip out and soon I'm crying. I've always hated crying. It showed weakess. I don't want to show that. I'm supposed to be tough and punk rock.

"Calm down love. It's gonna get better. We'll pull through it." She says. I wipe the tears away and nod. "You ready for the tour tomorrow? It's gonna be so much fun!" She says, cheering me up a little. I nod. I'm excited to see Mikey and the rest of his mates perform.

I let out a big yawn and say that I'm going to bed. Wren gives me an 'Okay' and I leave the room. Changing into a pair of Eeyore pajama pants and one of Michael's tees that I stole from him, I flop on my bed. Tomorrow will be a better day.

It's two in the morning and I still can't sleep. The tweets keep getting to my head. Michael really can do better than me. I am named after a tree. I am ugly. Tears start to flow again, and soon they turn into full on sobs. I wake Wren. She sits on the galaxy comforter and asks what's wrong.

"The tweets are all true. Mikey can do better than me. I am ugly and named after a tree. I'm a mess Wren. What does Mikey see in me?" I tell her.

"They're not true Willow. There's no one out there better than you. You aren't ugly and so what, you're named after a tree. I was named after a bird. When Michael looks at you, he sees the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. He looks into those gorgeous grey eyes and falls for you even more." She says.

"How are you so sure? I'm just a loser that needs to constantly needs to be reassured that everything will be alright." The bickering goes on a little longer. Eventually, I'm give up, and Wren goes back to her room.

When I wake up again, it's to the sound of my alarm, and it reading 5:00. We've got to meet the boys at the airport so we can fly to Connecticut. I change into a pair of sweats and put my hair up in a ponytail leaving my bangs out in a fringe type thing. Wren meets me outside with our stuff in a pyramid of suitcases.

"I need coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. The whole crying thing helped me get three hours of sleep." I say.

"So do I. I just want to get coffee." She laughs.

We arrived at the airport and see the boys. We walk toward them and I sit next to Mikey and rest my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head and I drift back to sleep with a smile on my face. (https://twitter.com/CliffordBest/status/761657992349646853)