A/N: (Y/N) - Your name
(Y/BFF/N) – Your best friend's name
(Y/EC) – Your eye color
Michael was walking down 29th street going on a walk to clear his mind. He had done this almost daily to clear his mind since the breakup. He made it to the coffee shop on the corner of 29th and Park and was about to head in when he stopped in his tracks. He looked in through the front window to see her and some guy sitting at a table. (Y/N) had thrown her head back laughing at something he had said. He turned away and walked back home.
*****BACK HOME******
"Hey man, how was your walk?" Ashton asked from the couch as he entered their shared apartment.
"I saw her." Michael stated simply, knowing Ashton would know who he was referring to.
"Did you talk to her?" He asked as Michael sat down on the couch next to him bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on his knees. Michael silently shook his head as Ashton looked concerned for his friend.
"She was with someone. She looked..." Michael paused.
"Happy?" Ashton asked.
"Not just that. She seemed...better." Michael stated. Ashton knew what he meant.
When Michael and (Y/N) had been together they seemed perfect, at the beginning anyways. Then reality hit them like a truck. The constant touring, rumors, late hours, partying, all of it had begun to be too much for the both of them. (Y/N) had taken a drastic turn when on top of it she was diagnosed with her depression. Michael felt horrible that he couldn't be there for her like he should have. Her best friend agreed with him. There were too many nights she had ended up having to call Michael because (Y/N) was falling apart and he wasn't there to help her. The breaking point of it all was just a month ago.
(Y/BFF/N) had called Michael pissed off and hysterical in tears. She had went over to (Y/N)'s house concerned that she wasn't answering the phone. She had found (Y/N) in the bathtub unconscious. When the paramedics arrived her pulse was weaker than it should have been. After getting to the hospital, (Y/N)'s stomach was pumped. She had overdosed on her antidepressant medication. (Y/N) had explained that she didn't do it on purpose. Things had just been too much for her lately when some fans had seen her at the store a few days prior and verbally attacked her. She thought taking some extra medicine would help since her usual dosage wasn't making her feel better. While others were skeptical, (Y/BFF/N) believed her. However, she was beyond pissed. She had called Michael in the middle of their writing session.
*****FLASHBACK*****
"Hello?" Michael said into the receiver.
"Michael. I swear to God I'm fucking done with this shit!" (Y/BFF/N) yelled into the phone.
"Woah. Okay what's going on?" He said wide eyed as the boys turned their attention to him.
"(Y/N) is in the hospital thanks to you and your crazy ass fans! She overdosed Michael. She could have DIED!!" (Y/BFF/N) yells. Michael jumps up from the couch and heads for the door.
"Hold on I'm on my way." Michael says the same time Calum asks where he is going.
"(Y/N) is in the hospital." He answers Calum.
The boys quickly follow as Michael puts it on speaker.
"Michael I don't think you should come up here." (Y/BFF/N) says into the receiver, her voice having relaxed to its usual tone.
