Love The Way You Lie - A Michael Clifford/ 5sos Fanfiction

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Michael and I stood in silence for a long time.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that.” Michael spoke so quietly that I almost didn’t hear him. I looked at him.

“Don’t be. Michael, you know you could’ve told me right? But I understand why you didn’t, it’s a hard thing to talk about.” I said, taking his hand and entwining out fingers. He only nodded slightly.

“Do you want to talk about it now?” I asked, not liking the silence. He shook his head.

“I just want a drink.” He sighed. It was then that I noticed him shaking.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked slowly, taking in his face. He didn’t look very stable.

“Yeah, I’m addicted to coke not fucking booze.” He snapped, and walked into the kitchen. I sat on the couch and watched as he opened the top cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. Luckily he poured a glass instead of just taking the whole bottle like I thought he would.

He sat down beside me and placed the glass on the table. “Sorry I’m just really stressed out now. It’s just one drink.” He said before kissing me quickly. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” I said, putting a slight smile on my face. In reality I was really worried.

“Sure.” He said. I put on a random movie from Michael’s collection and cuddled into his side. He held his glass in his other hand. 

I didn’t pay any attention to the movie. My eyes were trained on his shaky hand clasped around the glass of whiskey and I watched every time that he raised it to his lips. His arm tensed as he took his last sip and I could see him glance towards the cupboard every two seconds. I tried to lean into him more but it was like trying to get comfy with a board. I zoned out into the tv screen.

--Michaels POV--

Pain pounded on my chest as I stared at my now empty glass. Images of my father beating me clouded my vision. I hadn’t thought about any of this for a long time. I’m very good at pushing it out of my mind, well, the drugs are good at it. 

I didn’t lie, I have been clean for a month but each day it’s gotten harder and right now, I can feel a breakdown coming. 

I had some in the cupboard. The white powder taunted me. I should’ve thrown it away but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I could feel my forehead dampen with sweat. I need it. I can’t handle this. 

I abruptly stood, ignoring that Payton fell onto her elbow, since she was leaning on me. I found myself at the cupboard, cup in hand. I stared at the little baggie. I need it. Now. 

I started reaching for it but found my hand grabbing the whiskey instead.

Good move, brain. I poured another glass and hesitantly closed the cupboard. I can handle myself just fine.

I sat down beside Payton again and ignored her look of disapproval. I don’t think she trusts me.

I downed the glass in a mere second.

--Payton’s POV--

I eyed him suspiciously as he gulped the glass of whiskey. He was so tense. 

He put down the glass and buried his face in his hands. I heard him mumble something to himself.

“What?” I asked.

“I need a fucking line right now.” He growled.

I whipped my head to look at him.

“Michael, no. You can’t. Think about us, don’t do this.” I begged. He only stared forward. I straddled his lap and grabbed the sides of his face to stop him from going anywhere.