fanboy ↦ michael clifford {au}

thirty-nine: left

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE:

| michael’s pov |

I could say that I’ve never sweat this much in my whole life, and it was nighttime, so I expected at least a cool breeze passing my way, but no, all I had was this sticky liquid dripping from my forehead.

Bumping into a few girls, who put on a look of recognition or annoyance, I shrugged them off. I didn’t have time to apologize– I might be too late if I do that.

“Where’s your ticket?” One guard asked me, making me clench my fists in irritation. There just had to be some interference.

“I don’t have any,” I answered, trying to slip through the space beside him. He blocked my way with his arm. 

Really, now? Just when I think I’m making the right decision; some shit just has to happen.

“I have to get through,” I complained, desperately attempting to push his hand away but failing. 

The man glared at me, his eyebrows knit together. “You need a ticket.”

“My girlfriend’s there!” I shouted, losing my patience. When you have less than ten minutes left, you have to do something about it.

His eyes widened in surprise but soon after, it was replaced with the same stern expression. “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t just let you pass through. It’s part of the rules.”

“Fuck rules!” I heard a girl scream from behind me.

It was followed by various protests, all reasoning that they should let me in. I was shocked– Belle’s fans were actually helping me. It made me regret having left this fandom in the first place.

I caught sight of other men coming towards us, but they were outnumbered by the number of people beside me. I didn’t know what to do, as always, so I looked around, at a lost.

“Don’t just stand there!”

“Move your ass!”

“Go after Belle, idiot!”

The simultaneous screams of the fans ordered me, but hey, that was some sort of enlightenment. I broke out into a grin and made my way through the ‘passage’ the girls had created from taking down some barricades.

“Mikey!” Ashton’s voice called out, and I found myself being shaken by the shoulders.

“Where is she? Where’s Belle?” I frantically questioned, scanning the area, only to find no one there. Not even any of her bandmates were there.

He frowned, looking down on the ground. 

“Where the hell is she?” I asked again, and it was my time to shake him.

“She just left, Mikey.”