You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

Luke Tops - Chapter Fifty

Mia's POV.

"Michael, I need you to come round here. Now." I demanded to Michael on the phone.

It had been two weeks since Luke and Carly started dating and I have tried my hardest to stay away from them. It's too painful to see them together. Yes, we sometimes have to share the same table if we go out for food, or sit next to each other in class, but I never talk to them. Carly doesn't seem too bad either, which makes it even harder to ignore her.

If the circumstances were different, I'm sure Carly and I would be best friends. She loves the same music as me and the boys and she is always cracking jokes or doing stupid things. She was just like me and it's hard not to want to talk to her. If I knew she wouldn't bring up her and Luke's relationship then I would have no problem being her friend, but it's too hard for me to do at the moment. The wounds are too fresh.

I'm not being petty; I'm just trying to distance myself. If I'm spoken to, then I obviously won't ignore them, but otherwise I'm not talking to them. It will save me a hell of a lot of heartache in the long run.

"Why? What's wrong?" Michael panicked. I could hear him shuffling through the phone so I assume he is moving to come here.

"I'll explain when you get here, but please be quick." I rushed out, putting the phone down.

I was pacing in my room, my eyes never leaving my laptop. They always say never Google your signs and symptoms if you think there is something wrong with you and I wish I never did. I'm literally terrified now. I need someone here to reassure me that everything is going to be okay and the internet is probably lying. At least, that's what I'm hoping.

Not five minutes later, Michael was bursting through, eyes wide and hair messier than usual. I could tell I had panicked him with the way I was speaking but I was scared and I need him. He's the closest thing I had to family, apart from Whitney, and I needed him.

"Mimo, are you okay?" He asked, rushing over to me and placing his hands on my cheeks, searching my face for any signs of an injury.

I probably looked like a ghost, so pale and wide eyed. I'm scared and I'm sure Michael could clearly see that. "Mia, please talk to me. What's happened? Are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt, Michael."

"That's the matter?" Michael said, his eyebrows almost meeting in the middle when he frowned. I knew I would never be able to get the words out to tell Michael, so instead I just pointed to my laptop, hoping he would take the hint and just have a look for himself.

Michael gave me a confused look before looking at the laptop and then back at my face, looking increasingly more confused. Frowning, he let go of my face and made his way towards my bed where my laptop lay. He picked it up and placed it on his lap.

I stood motionless as I watched his eyes scan the screen before widening and an unidentifiable look crosses his face, making me hold my breath. He didn't take his eyes off of the laptop, continuing to read the screen.

When he finally looked up at me, his eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open in shock. I felt like crying when I looked at his face, I could tell he didn't even know what to say, I had literally managed to single handedly make Michael Clifford speechless.

"You're...?" Michael trailed off, not being able to actually say it. Just think how hard it is for me.

I shrugged me shoulders slightly. "I don't really know. I haven't actually taken a test yet."

"Then why do you think you're pregnant?" Michael wondered. It was a valid question; I didn't really know yet, it could be anything.

Sighing, I took a seat next to Michael on the bed. "You probably don't really wanna hear this but I thought I started my period two weeks ago, but it was really light. Then a few days later it had stopped, so I was bit confused then. Then over the next like couple weeks, I've had tiny bits of blood and then it will stop. I Googled it, it's called spotting. Pregnant women get it."