Y/N POV
Michael was laying in bed staring at the wall again for the third day in a row. "Bad day again huh?" I asked softly, sitting beside him and running my hands through his hair, "yeah, seem to be having a lot of those" he mumbles, no emotion in his voice what so ever. 'Mikey, let's do something?' I try but get no answer, 'I'm sending the guys in' I tell him and leave before he has chance to say anything.
I walk straight to the kitchen area where the guys are sat, 'we need to do something, it's been 3 days now' I tell them and they all know what I'm talking about. 'We don't know what to do, whenever he gets like this he gets himself out of it' Calum tells me, I know he wants to help Michael, he just doesn't know how. 'He never gets like this for 3 days straight though, he's getting worse not better' I tell him and it dawns on them that he as been miserable for 3 days now. 'Shit, it has been 3 days, right c'mon then' Ashton says, standing up and heading straight for Michael's bedroom. 'Mikey, c'mon, you need to cheer up' Ashton states before the door is even fully open, the rest of us stood behind, watching. 'I'm not in the mood Ashton' Michael mumbles, still not moving from the same spot he's been in for hours. 'I know bud but we're gonna all go out and do something, cheer you up a bit, you've had a bad day for 3 days straight now' Ashton almost reminds him and Michael just sighs. We all look at each other knowing that this is going to be hard work.
We all know Michael is depressed and we try our best to help, being gentle with him on his bad days and trying to cheer him up, not mentioning anything that can send him spiralling down on his good days.
'Ashton I'm just not in the mood' Michael mumbles, 'we know, that's the point' I tell him, walking into the room and sitting cross legged on the floor in front of his face. Michael sighs and just stares at me before his eyes drop down and he looks at the floor, 'c'mon, get dressed, we're doing something today' I tell him, tugging at his arm when I stand up. The guys all leave the room and leave me and Michael alone behind the closed door.
I throw some black skinny jeans on the bed along with his black hoodie, 'Green Day or Blink?' I ask him about his shirts, 'I don't know' he mutters, sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. 'Green Day it is' I say, throwing that on the bed too. 'Vans or combat boots?' I ask and get no reply so i answer for him, 'combats'.
It's almost an hour later that Michael is ready, bad days drain all of the energy out of him. 'Right, where to?' Ashton asks, grabbing the keys to the van parked outside while Michael plops himself down on the chair in the lounge, 'oh! Shopping! I need jeans and shopping always cheers him up when we get games and stuff' Luke shouts, almost bouncing with excitement, 'shopping it is then, I know where the big shopping mall is here, lets go!' Ashton annouces, leaving the hotel room and heading down the corridor with Luke and Calum following like puppies while I'm let to move Michael's ass. 'Come on blondie, you need to move to' I smile, tugging at his arm and he sighs, standing up and letting me drag him out of the room. 'I don't get why I have to go shopping' he mutters to me misrably as we walk down the corridor, 'because the whole point is to cheer you up, you've been staring at the same wall for days, you only get up to use the bathroom, I'm not even sure you've ate or drank much' I say, remembering just how much Michael hasn't ate in the past few days and what he has he was forced. 'Still...' he mumbles, having no argument besides the fact he just doesn't want to come. 'Look-' I state, stopping and almost pinning him to the wall so he will listnen, 'I'm sorry Mikey but you're geting worse, I know you can't help it but WE are gonna help. Michael you used to have a bad day every so often, you've had 3 bad days in a row already, where does this "bad day" end?' I almost tell him off and he sighs, 'alright, fine, but I can't see me cheering up anytime soon' he mumbles, continuing to walk, leaving me to catch up.
We all get in the van and Michael's head instantly goes against the window, deciding to stare into nothing in the van too. We all leave him to it, knowing there's not much we can do in van.
*2 hours later*
We've been shopping for almost half an hour and a half now and while Michael has bought clothes and games his mood still hasnt changed, smiles are being forced but he can barely even managae that this time, it really has got him bad. Me and the guys keep exchanging looks, the same thought running through all of our heads, "why isn't he cheering up?", usualy he would have at least cheered up a little by now, we've been to his favorite shops, Ashton trying on stupid hats while Calum put the most rediculous glasses on, Luke has managed to fall up most steps going and I have tried everyway I know to cheer him up but nothing is working, he smiles for about 5 seconds and the sadness is still in his eyes. 'Let's get a drink?' Ashton says, pointing towards the Costa down the hall, 'good idea' I smile, linking arms with Michael and walking into the shop. We manage to find a seat and we all tell Ashton what we want, 'usual please' Michael mumbles before standing up, 'going to the bathroom' he mumbles and walks away.
'Okay, what's happening, he's not even cheering up a little bit' Luke mentions, the same thing we've all been thinking, 'I don't know, maybe it's not just a bad day this time, maybe somethings bugging him' Ashton says, trying to think of what could be wrong with Michael, 'I can't think of anything that's happened. Even when he's homesick he doesn't get this bad' I tell them and they all nod, 'Ash, you go to him and see if you can get him to talk while it's just you 2, I'll get the drinks' Luke tells him, taking the piece of paper from his hand and Ashton nods, heading towards the bathrooms while Luke goes to the counter.
Ashton POV
I walk into the mens bathroom and Michael is washing his hands with no one else in here, 'Michael can we talk?' I ask and he looks up at me, only now realising i'm even stood here, 'sure' he mumbles, 'what's bugging you? You're never this misrable Michael. Has something happened?' I ask and he sighs, looking like he is trying to force tears back. 'I don't know' he mutters, staring down at the running water, 'you don't know what?' I ask and he sighs, 'I just- I don't know why I'm so miserable, nothings happened, I just- I just don't know' he tells me, getting upset over it, tears pooling in his eyes that I can barely see as he stares at his hands, 'Mikey...' I say sofly, pulling him into a hug where he burys his face into my neck, 'what's wrong with me Ashton?' he asks, tears in his shaky voice, 'nothing's wrong with you Mikey, you just need some help and we're all here for you, you know that' I tell him and he nods, sniffling into my neck, 'maybe you just need to cry, get it out' I tell him and I feel him tense, realising that I know he's slightly crying, 'nah, I'm fine' he tells me, putting the walls back up and standing up stright, 'I'm fine' he tells me, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than me. Michael walks out of the bathroom without another word and sits back at the table where Luke has already got the drinks, Y/N gives me a look that asks if I made any progress but I shake my head and she frowns even more.
We all keep trying to cheer Michael up throughout the day but no one makes any progress, eventually Michael gets too fed up, 'can we just go home?' he mumbles to us and we nod, walking back to the van without another word. Piling in and making the drive back home where Michael stares out of the window the whole way back.
