Simple Text Message// Michael Clifford [Slow Updates]

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I'm standing in front of the house where they live. I remembered perfectly where, at least I hope so. It takes me a while to ring the bell. I take all of my courage and just do it.

"Ray! I'm so happy to see you!" As soon as Michael opened the door, he pulled me into his arms. He leads me inside, by suddenly intertwining my fingers with his. "Guys, Ray is here." Michael says, then we end in the living room. "Ray, we want to apologise for the day before. We didn't mean to be rude." Ashton speaks up. "It's just, we have a lot of crazy fans out there and we were scared you were one of them." Calum explains. "But we were wrong cause we remember you fainted and wanted to leave immediately when you woke up when we just wanted to help you." Luke adds, making me feel comfortable to be around them. "And we see that Michael is really happy whenever he's on his phone, chatting with you." Ashton says, I look at Michael and see him staring at me. As soon as our eyes lock, he smiles at me, not taking his eyes away from me, making me blush and looking away. The others are chuckling because of what's happening.

"We have so much to talk about." Michael says. "But first, I want to hear you play." He says, making me look shocked at him. "No, please don't make me." I plead. "Please Ray, I want to see you playing the guitar." Michael says. "No, I don't want to." I say. "Fine." Michael says. "You play guitar?" Luke asks. "Well yeah, but it's just the basics." I say. "Why are you scared to play?" Calum asks. "Because, you guys are talented and I am not, I don't want to embarrass myself." I explain.

Michael leaves the room, without saying anything. He later comes back with a guitar. "Please let me hear you play." He pleads again. I take the guitar and sit down on the couch. "I'll try." I say and strum the guitar, soon I get used to playing it, I start to play a song.

When the song ended, the boys are speechless. "Am I that bad?" I ask them. "Are you serious? That was amazing!" Michael exclaims. "You're talented Ray." He says. "I am?" I ask shocked and all of them nod. "Thanks, I guess." I say and blush.

I love playing guitar so much and I never really knew how good I was, because there was no one that heard me play, simply because I have no one.

The guys leave, letting Michael and I to be alone. Now that they apologised and sort of trust me, I feel better, although I like to be alone with Michael. "Why me?" I ask Michael. "What do you mean?" He asks. "Why did you want to talk to me and why haven't you left yet?" I ask, there are plenty of girls to choose from who are so much better than me. "I was drawn to you, I guess. I could see that the quotes you tweeted were personal and I wanted to be the one that helps you." He says. "I get enough help from the psychiatrist." I say, although that's not true. "I can help you to find yourself. I can show you the world. The shît psychiatrist won't help you that way." He says and I chuckle. "I only can find myself when I found out what I have." I say, it's been a few weeks now I have those appointments.

"Promise me you'll let me be there for you." Michael says, my stomach flips because of how close he is. Our eyes lock again and his green eyes are darker. He takes both of my hands in his. What's he doing to me? What's his intention? "Because I'll help you." He says. I nod. "I-I promise." I stutter and he lets my hands go, getting up from the couch. "Good. Let's head out for food." He says and I follow him outside.

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I never thought I was going to have a day I would love. But Michael just gave me it. He mostly did all the talking and he didn't mind me being quiet the whole time. He told me stories about his experiences on tour, the ones no one except the band knows. The way he would talk is interesting. I was comfortable.

My thoughts get interrupted by my phone going off, it's the psychiatrist. "Hello, Miss Dawson?" The psychiatrist says. "Yes, that's me." I say. "I would like you to meet me tomorrow at two in my office. I have some news you would like to hear." She says. "Okay, I'll be there. I'll see you tomorrow." I say, the psychiatrist says her goodbye and she hangs up.

It soon hits me, I'll find out what I have and I have a feeling it's not going to be good.

In the next chapter Ray will find out what she has. I already told you there were going to be some things in here I encounter in my life. And the thing the protagonist has is the thing I have and I'll going to be open about it. It's a lot of courage, but I'll do it cause it's something that should be openly talked about.

29th Of June 2017