For Better or Worse? // adopted by 5sos

Chapter 37

~Michaels POV~

When Megan said she was sure she wanted to talk to him, we watched her for a moment before continuing to talk. We slowly grew quieter when we heard yelling, but it was only from one person. Luke.

"Maybe we should go-"

"Just let them work it out for a second." Ashton cut Calum off. We just looked at the door before we saw Megan walk out, she looked like she was about to cry. Hell no. She continued to walk down the stairs and just sat on the couch. I went over and sat by her.

"Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" I tried to ask calmly, with rage filling inside me.

"It doesn't matter." She mumbled quietly, I almost didn't get it.

"No. it does matter. Tell me what happened." I said sternly.

"Luke was just-" she paused.

"Just what?" Ashton butt-in.

"Stressed."

"Tell us everything that happened." I said pulling her in for a hug, but she pulled away. What did Luke do?

"Later, talk with each other. I'm just being a burden. That's all I ever am." She said playing with her fingers.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

"What do you mean, we are right now." She said looking up.

"Alone." I said grabbing her wrist. She didn't fight, she just followed.

I pulled her down the long hallway, all the way down to the spare room. I didn't want anyone to hear us. I pulled her in and closed the door. I then sat her down on the bed.

"What did you wanna talk about?" She asked.

"Hand?" I said sticking my hand out. She held my hand and I frowned.

"What? You said hand." She said.

"I meant wrist." I said starting to turn her arm.

"W-why?" She stuttered.

"Because." I said moving her bracelets around, nothing. "Other one." I said reaching for her arm. I pulled up her arm and moved her bracelets around. Then I found it, 3 fresh cuts.

"Mike-"

"Can you explain?" I asked cutting her off.

"I could."

"Well let me reword it, explain." I said sternly, but still caring.

"There just a lot of stuff I guess. Calum has been forgetting to check for cuts and I was left alone with my thoughts one night. A voice in my head kept telling me to and I-I gave in." She started to cry. I pulled her in for a hug and rubbed circles on her back as she cried into my chest. "I-I'm so-sorry Mikey." She sobbed.

"Shhhh, you have nothing to be sorry for." I said calmly.

"You probably hate me now. You probably want to get ride of me." She mumbled.

"Listen sweetie. We love you, we would never get rid of you, your amazing." I smiled and kept hugging her.

God I just wanted to started kissing her. I can't though, plus tour starts tomorrow, being in a bus with 2 of her favorite bands and then us, I'm probably her last choice.