Depression ~Michael Clifford

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Michael's P.O.V

A few minutes have passed since the whole bathroom fiasco and it's...tense, Ashton and Calum apologized after barging in on me in the bathroom and i forgave them obviously since they weren't wrong in the first place,of course i didn't tell them that but it just seemed pointless to stay angry at them. But then again everything fells kinda pointless now i guess.

We were all sat in the back room,watching some random show that was on when Calum stood up.

"i'm gonna go make some breakfast,what does everyone want?" Calum nearly yelled, as he was already walking towards the kitchen and we all followed.

"Whatever you'll make is fine by me" Ashton smiled and Luke agreed with him

They all turned to me,Calum with an eyebrow raised.

"What?" i asked,confused as to why everyone was staring at me

"What do you want for breakfast Michael?" Luke asked me a bit louder than necessary

"oh,sorry guys i already ate"

They all looked at me suspiciously, i let out a sigh as i knew i would have to explain exactly what i ate and when i ate it.

"I ate the last of the yoghurt that was about to go bad plus the last of our cereal and a cup of juice before i went to shower so i would say about 6:30 maybe." i didn't really eat i just threw it out as they were almost bad anyways.

Ashton looked at me then nodded slowly as he accepted my answer

Calum clapped his hand together to break the silence and spoke up

"well, we got a song writing session today and then we have a concert tonight so let's eat up and get ready. 
1 2 3 BREAK!" 

We all stared at him as he screamed across the small kitchens,judging him silently.

(Time skip to studio session)

No one's POV.

They were all just having a good time,singing at the top of their lungs and making off beat random tunes,except for Michael.

 The poor boy had been sitting quietly in a corner off the room carefully strumming to one of his song he had made the night prior cause he couldn't sleep, and then out of nowhere it felt like his heart just got stabbed and all his happiness was slowly draining from his body. 

So now Michael sat there, in the corner off the room trying to hold back tears. It wasn't just that Michael was sad (although that also had a big impact) but he was so sick of being sad for no reason, it didn't feel like he had the right to feel this way since nothing had really triggered it. It just got too much and finally,He broke.

As Michael was sitting there barely holding it together he let out what must have been the most discreet sniffle known to man,But Ashton must have still been in daddy mode from this morning and quickly dropped his drumsticks to make his way over to the sad boy in the corner.

Michael who was too busy keeping it together to notice Ashtons presence flinched severly when he touched the blondes shoulder.

"what's up Mikey?you seem awfully quiet today and you look kinda sad, You ok?" Ashton hazel eyes fixated on Michaels making the younger boy squirm uncomfortably in his seat, i'ts not like he didn't like attention because let's be honest we all crave it.

 But he knew that if he was going to get away without revealing his secret he couldn't be center of attention. From now on he needed to be in the shadows, which was the opposite of what he wanted. He just wanted to feel loved, like he was worth it. But he didn't want to be a dissapointment to the rest of the group or to the fans.

No one could know of the demons raging inside of him.