5sos One Shots

That Special Person

《 requested by PokemonMikey95 . sorry for the long wait, it won't happen again :)) 》

No, Michael thought to himself. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening.

And as if to confirm that oh, yes this was happening, a deep, dark voice that seemed to come from the darkest corners of his brain let out a small chuckle.

Michael squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm himself down. But it was impossible because whatever he tried to tell himself everything was okay, The Voice would squash the comfort.

This isn't happening.

Yes it it.

You're just stressed, it'll go away.

I'm not going anywhere.

Sleep it off, you'll be fine.

You really think I'll let you sleep? Hah, funny.

Michael gave up trying to tell himself everything was okay because it clearly wasn't.

Damn right it isn't.

Michael let out a quiet whimper that the rumble of the bus silenced. He thought this was over. His doctor promised that his days of dealing with schizophrenia were over.

Oh, Michael. I never left.

- - - -

That was one month ago. One month of a stress filled tour, little sleep, depression and hiding. Because he couldn't tell his bandmates, or his boyfriend, Calum; they would think he's crazy.

Because you are. You're fucked up.

Michael let out a long, quiet, pained whine. He had to deal with The Voice constantly, and it was taking a huge toll on him.

He barely ate, barely slept, barely talked, barely did anything. It was so much worse than before, when he was ten.

The sound caught the attention of his boyfriend, who looked to him worriedly.

"Do you still have a headache?"

Michael just nodded, because that's what his latest lie was.

"Want me to get some more Advil?"

"He's had enough," Ashton butted in. "We have a show tonight; we don't want to have a high guitarist do we?" Ashton let out a small laugh.

Luke giggled cutely, snuggling furthur into Ashton's chest.

Calum frowned, thinking he wasn't able to do anything.

"Do you think a cuddle with make you feel better?" Calum asked, setting a warm hand on Michael's knee.

Michael just shrugged, so Calum took it upon himself to pull his light boyfriend on his lap.

Damn, Michael. You're going to break his legs with your fat ass.

I know, Michael thought.

"What baby?" Calum questioned, rubbing a hand onto Michael's back.

Michael blushed, not meaning to say that out loud. "I just said I love you," Michael lied quickly.

"I love you, too."

- - - -

"Mikey, we gotta go, baby," Calum said along with a knock on the hotel bathroom door.

Michael didn't reply, causing Calum to sigh. This has been happening more and more everyday; Michael would either ignore everyone or lock himself in a room for hours.