Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

34 | A New Fear

"So, what color are you dying it next?" I asked Michael over the phone.

"I don't know. I'm thinking black and white?" I made a sound of disgust, clearly not liking the idea.

"Like a skunk?" I gagged.

"Reverse skunk." I could just hear the smirk in his voice.

"Ugh, Mich-"

"Oh, babe, I have to go." He said in a rush.

"Where?" Already beginning to calculate how long I can nap till he gets back.

"I, uh, it's... I don't know." I sighed, not enjoying the fact that I have to stay up now.

"Okay. I l-" He hung up before I could finish, but I continued with a sadder tone. "Love you.."

I dropped my phone, keeping it by my ear so I'd wake up if he calls. I laid flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling. It was plain, and boring. I thought of getting a vision board.

I pictured what'd be on said vision board. Maybe my future diploma? My graduation hat, a nice car, a nice house, a microphone maybe, Michael, a few family photos..

But what if the vision board drops and falls right on me while I sleep?

Yeap, nope, bad idea, screw it.

I shut my eyes for a brief moment but couldn't think of sleep when I was busy worrying over Michael and if he and the boys are okay. It sounded urgent and considering I haven't gotten a text to confirm what happened, it should be important.

Maybe it was an unscheduled soundcheck. Or maybe they had a change in the setlist. Or maybe there was a fan that wanted to meet them. Or a last-minute interview.

But jealousy boiled in the pit of my stomach when I thought; maybe they went out with One Direction?

As a big fan of One Direction since 'the start', when they auditioned as solo artists, picturing the sight of four of my closest friends I've ever had with the five boys that I've been dying to meet ever since I knew them made me a bit jealous.

Okay, who am I kidding, extremely jealous.

I picked up my phone, unlocked it to check the time. About twenty three minutes to three. In the morning, by the way.

Sighing to myself, I rubbed my face viciously before yawning loudly and unattractively. I contemplated texting Michael to ask if I had to wait or I could go to sleep, but not wanting to come off clingy, I put my phone down.

We only talked for about fourteen minutes before he had to go. I wanted to talk to him about serious issues, but it seems like there isn't any time to do so.

I focused on the ceiling once again, my mind racing. All my thoughts going all over the place. I started to overthink. My palms were clammy, my toes curling. My eyes started tearing up and that's when I couldn't take it anymore.

I picked up my phone once again, clicking on Michael's contact name. I didn't know how to put it into words, should I just go 'I miss you', or should I say 'Are you alright?' or... I don't know.

Before my mind could process what was going on, my thumb was hovering over the send button. Not wanting to resist it any further, I pressed the button. The little bloop sound that WhatsApp makes whenever you send a message was heard.

Now it's time to play the waiting game.

I read my text over.

Ashley
Hey.. Are you busy? I'm lonely.