Michael's POV
"Thank you," I tell the woman handing me the three happy meals I ordered.
"Anytime for a cutie like you," she winks, and I internally groan. The lady looks at least thirty-five, and that's just plain creepy. I walk over to Dorian, him being the only person who came here with me.
We had just got a break from rehearsals, and I wanted to spend some quality time with him. He never really interacts with any of the other guys, so I thought this would be good, but so far it's just been really stiff and awkward.
"Here you go," I hum, handing him his cheeseburger happy meal with a gogurt. He looks confused as he stares at the two remaining happy meals in my hand.
"Who is that one for?" he asks, puzzled. A small smile creeps on my face.
"Brynn. She didn't get to eat breakfast with us, so I asked her if she wanted some," I shrug, plopping a French fry in my mouth.
"Oh," he says quietly, almost so quiet that I can't hear him.
"Are you two close?" he asks nervously.
"I guess, but I've only known her for a week," I answer honestly. A small smile creeps onto his face right before my phone rings. I grab adjust the happy meals in my hands to they both fit in one before fishing my phone out of my sweatshirt pocket. As I see the caller ID, I smile.
"Who is it?" Dorian asks.
"Brynn," I smile before picking it up. His smile falters a little, confusing me.
"Michael?" she sobs into the phone, making my breath hitch. Dorian looks at me in a worried manner, but I shrug it off.
"Who hurt you?" I ask automatically, and Dorian's eyes widen. My feet start carrying me towards the jet black van that we came here in.
"Just some crappy interviewer," she sniffles, and I frown.
"Do you wanna FaceTime?" I ask. I can hear her heavy breathing and sobs from the other side of the line, making my frown even more prominent.
"No, I want you to physically be here," she sobs, making my heart break. I overhear someone telling her something along the lines of "no", and her sobs become heavier.
"And I want to be there also," I sigh sadly, knowing it is going to be practically impossible to see her during the day.
"Please show up here somehow. I can't make it through three more interviews today," she cries, her breaths becoming even more uneven.
"Shh it's okay. You're going to be fine. Just take a couple of deep breaths," I coo, and I hear her trying to breath evenly. Suddenly, there is a loud crash, making me jump.
"Can you guys turn off the fucking cameras for one minute!?! My life isn't a documentary for fucktards like you to record!" she screams, and my eyes grow to the size of golf balls.
"So you do have a boyfriend!" a woman's voice screams, and I become confused.
"No I don't! Leave me alone," she yells, and I hear several doors slam.
"Michael," she sobs, sounding even more broken.
"Who do I need to beat up?" I ask, and she does one of those sad laughs.
"Where are you?" she sniffles.
"Behind the McDonalds near the studio," I answer.
"That's fifteen minutes from here. I'm making them go over there I have an hour until the next interview," she hums.
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The Promise | Michael Conor
FanfictionI can't. This boy is my addiction, and if I kiss him, there is no going back. Do I want to kiss him? Yes. Can I? No. Although that itself wouldn't directly be breaking my promise, I wouldn't be able to stop myself once I started. Highest ranking #8...