Simple Text Message// Michael Clifford [Slow Updates]

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I love Petunia!

I'm at the place where M wants to meet me. And it's making me scared. I mean, there's no one in sight, so when something happens no one will see. He's still not here, although I think, he could be behind me or he could be spying on me and is taking pictures of me. I hope not.

All of a sudden, I hear some distant voices. "He went that way, I saw him." "Are you sure?" "I'm not stupid." And then I see them passing by, they are holding a camera, they look like paparazzi. What are they doing here?

This is going to take a while. I sit down on the ground, closing my eyes. What if he changed his mind? But why would he, he's the one who wanted to meet me so badly. For some reason, I can feel someone's presence. I open my eyes and look at the ground. Shoes. There is someone. "You look comfortable." The voice sounds familiar. "But before you look up, promise me you won't freak out or cry or faint." He says and I nod, I have no idea what's going on. "Remember me from who I am, as the guy you've been talking to. Promise me." He says. "I promise." I say. "I'm not really who you think I am." He says. "What?!" I say, stressing out. "Look up, please." He says, I nod and slowly look up. "What the hell?!" I yell, but a hand gets placed on my mouth. "I said to not freak out." "How could I not? You're Michael fûcking Clifford." I say once his hand is away from my mouth.

"I can't believe it. You lied to me." I say. "No, I didn't Ray. Yeah okay, I never told you I'm a member of a band." He says. "Why did you lie to me? I look up to you and you fûcking lied to me, I thought you were normal." I say, tears forming in my eyes. "Please Ray, hear me out. M is the real me, I wanted you to like me as a normal guy, not as someone famous. I don't like being famous, I love the fans and I love the band, but I rather want someone who sees me as a normal guy." Michael explains. "Just give it a chance." He pleads. "I didn't know you felt that way." I say. "No one knows, the guys don't even know. They didn't even want me to meet you." He says. "Look, I'm sorry for lying to you." He says. I take a deep breath. "I forgive you." I say and Michael suddenly pulls me into his arms.

"They have no idea I was meeting you today." Michael says. "You should tell them, Michael. I can tell them I can be trusted." I say. "We should, let's go." He says, grabbing my hand and leading me to wherever they are staying. "What about the paparazzi?" I ask, looking around to see if anyone is insight. "Don't worry about them, I took care of that." He says and smiles at me. "I'm happy you're comfortable to be around me." He says, making me realise he's still holding my hand and our arms are brushing against each other, making me blush.

"What if they won't trust me?" I ask, he sighs. "I don't know." He says and pulls away his hand, I wish he didn't. For the rest of the walk to wherever we're going it's quiet. It is comfortable though, but I feel like Michael is scared or stressed.

"We're here." Michael says and I'm standing in front of a small house. "You're staying here?" I ask. "Yep, we spend our time here when we don't have anything to do." He says. "So that means you were always close to where I live?" I ask. "You live nearby? That's perfect." He smiles and opens the door. "I'll be there to keep you safe, if they insult you or something." He says, but he soon regrets saying that. "But they won't." He says.

"Guys?" Michael shouts. "We're here!" A voice yells back, coming from the living room. "You'll be fine." Michael reassures me. "Do you guys remember I told you I wanted to meet the girl I've been talking to?" Michaels asks them when we enter the room, I stay behind Michael so they won't see me. "Have you changed your mind yet?" I can see that it's Luke who's looking up from his phone. "Actually, I met her and brought her here." Michael says. "What the fûck, Michael!" Ashton shouts. "Guys calm down, please." Michael says. I knew it wasn't a good idea to meet him. I back away, leaving them alone to argue.

I walk back to where my car is and drive back home. I feel bad for Michael, I left without saying goodbye, but I had no choice. I don't want to be the cause of losing their friendship and breaking up the band.

Him: why did you leave
Him: they'll be fine with it soon
Him: pls Ray

Me: i'm srry

I finally found someone I could talk to, but now I have to let him go.

So that happened. What will it mean? Is she going to stop talking to Michael and break him?

27th Of June 2017