Love The Way You Lie - A Michael Clifford/ 5sos Fanfiction

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

1 month later Michael and I sat watching a movie on his couch. For the past month Michael and I have been inseparable. We were together almost every day just enjoying each other's company. The scare of almost losing him made me want to be with him as much as possible. I talked to him about the drug thing, postponing the conversation to after he had fully recovered from the overdose, and he promised to stop, claiming he wasn't addicted; he just did it when he was upset. He refused to get help but he seems pretty in control so he might not need it anyways. Regardless, I'll have to keep an eye on him just in case. The only thing that had changed in the past month was the color of Michael’s hair. It went from blue, to pink, to reverse skunk; blonde with a black stripe directly down the middle. I like to call him Cruella Deville.

Michael pulled me close when I tried to get up.

"I was supposed to be at Ashton's half an hour ago! I have to go!" I giggled, trying to pry loose of Michael's grip. His eyes narrowed immediately.

"You're not going to Ashton's." He stated. Right. He's still mad at Ashton. They have still had band practice and a few gigs since Michael's overdose, but he wouldn't talk to Ashton at all.

"Oh I'm not? Thanks for the input, but I can make my own decisions." I replied sarcastically. I understand that he's upset but he can't boss me around.

The anger in his eyes intensified.

"I don't want you around him, Payton." Michael ordered sternly.

"Well that's too bad then because I've already made plans." I spat. "Plus, this wouldn't be the first time I've seen him since you found out." I added. It's true, I've hung out with the boys a few times during the past month. Michael never told me specifically that I couldn't see him anymore until now. He gave me a death glare. I stared back, trying to keep my cool. He took a long deep breath.

"Look. I know I can't tell you what to do but I can't trust him anymore. I can't lose you again." He said, his tone much softer now. My heart lurched at the thought of losing him too. The last thing I want to do is hurt him.

"I know and I'm sorry but nothing is going to happen. The other boys will be there. I promise you he won't try anything." I reassured him. He seemed to relax a bit but his voice still strained as he said his next words.

"Fine. Go, but let me drive you to his house." He said.

"Sure." I smiled and he finally released his grip on my waist. I rose and picked up my phone, placing it in my back pocket.

We walked to the front door and I stopped before opening it.

"Thanks." I said wrapping my arms around Michael's waist. He accepted the embrace and pressed his forehead to mine.

"For what?" He asked.

"Not being a crazy possessive boyfriend." I smiled and pecked his lips softly.

"I try." He chuckled between short kisses. "I love you."

I flinched. He has told me he loved me at least every day since the first time it left his mouth. I still find it hard to accept those words but I can't ignore the spreading warm tingles that pump through my veins everytime he says them. Along with the warmth comes the denial. I don't want him to tell me or else the fate of one of our hearts breaking becomes all too real. I just can't handle that.

I glared at Michael. He knows I don't like when he says that, I've already explained it to him. He rolled his eyes.

"Let's go." He said, grabbing my hand.