help //m.c.\\

chapter forty-four

"Damn Teegan! You look sexy as hell!" Ashton yelled as I walked out of the bathroom in jeans and a t-shirt, nothing revealing or defining.

"The fuck you mean?" I gave him a confused look as I walked over to Hamlet to pet him.

"You went from sweats and some big ass t-shirt, to jeans, that make your ass look great by the way, and a crop top that looks so fucking good on you." Ashton smirked.

"Bitch be careful with who you're talking to. That's my girlfriend and you're not getting her." Michael crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at him.

"You guys are dorks." I giggled at them and laid down on the bed.

"Hey! Get up, we're leaving." Calum yelled at me. I groaned in disgust and rolled my eyes.

"Why do I have to go? Can I bring Hamlet?"

"You're going because you have to and whatever, but we need to leave now." Michael bitched at me and started pushing my back lightly towards the door.

"If I'm bringing my dog, I gotta get his collar and leash." I turned around to look at Michael.

"We are gonna go to the car and wait. Hurry up, please." Ashton sighed as he walked out the door with the others. I searched for Hamlet's collar in my bag, but couldn't find it.

"Babe, it's over here." Michael said from behind me, twirling it on his finger. I smiled and took it from him, but he grabbed my wrist before I could get to Hamlet. He turned me around and his hands planted on my hips. He stared at me for a few seconds and didn't say a word. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he turned around and walked towards the door. I frowned.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"What? I didn't do anything?" He turned around in confusion.

"Exactly. You didn't do anything." I rolled my eyes and got Hamlet ready to go.

"Teegan, what are you so upset about?" He sounded annoyed.

"Nothing, let's go." I started to walk past him because I didn't want to fight with him at the moment. If I had to go in public, I should make the most of it.

"No. Get back here and fucking talk to me for once. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I said nothing. Now let's go, the boys are going to be pissed." I tried to leave once again, but he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me up against the door.

"Why are you doing this to me? I just want you to be happy. I'm giving you space, showing you love, and trying my hardest not to get on your nerves. But you won't tell me what's up your ass and why it's making you act so shitty. Please just tell me what's wro-" I cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him. He didn't kiss back at first, but soon enough he got into it. I pulled away and hugged him for as long as I could without saying a word.

"Let's go." I turned around and walked out the door with Hamlet following close behind. Michael doesn't understand how much he means to me. He doesn't get that no matter what he does, I'll still love him. He could completely screw me over and I'd still come crawling back to him. I don't think he'll ever realize that.

             When we arrived at the 'party', Louis walked right up to me and pulled me away from the group.

"How are you feeling, kiddo?" His accent was cute and not as thick as the others. I shrugged my shoulders, but he wouldn't take that as an answer.

"I guess I'm okay. I've had a massive headache for the past few days. I'm still in shock from what was happenend." He looked at me and smiled.

"Michael told me about what happened and I'm really sorry." I smiled and looked down. He walked me back to the rest of the group and we joined their conversation. I made my way over to Michael so I could sit with him, but there weren't enough chairs. I looked around the circle to see that it was only my boys and the 1D group. I ended up sitting right in front of Michael and he immediately started playing with my hair. Everything at this current moment was perfect. I was calm, the boys were happy, and Michael and I were okay. I was content with everything that had happened in the past couple of days and none of it affected me. I was happy for the most part and I loved it.

And that was where my story ended.