Groupie? // 5SOS

/5/ More Than This

His arm was wrapped right around my waist as we were walking somewhere through the dimly-lit halls. I focused on just being able to stay standing and conscious. I caught Ashton glancing at me a few times and I could see worry across his face. We reached the room that I really did not want to go in.

"Dressing Room" was written on the outside of the door. I think Ashton could sense that I did not want to go in there. This is the room where we first met everyone.

"I know it'll be loud in there... Do you want to sit down right here and I'll run in real quick and grab the Advil and we can go back?" That wasn't a bad idea but I wanted to make sure I wasn't stranded here with these four guys who could be total maniacs.

"I'll go in with you." I shrugged to show that I wasn't all that enthusiastic about it. "I just want to see my friends and to let them know that I'm okay." He nodded his head uncertainly and we walked through the door with him still keeping me standing.

As soon as we opened the door, I wanted to walk back out. It was absolute chaos. Ashton had a look of disgust on his face as did I.

Sam was trying to seduce Luke by pretending to make his penguin talk and say dirty things. Luke just looked freaked out.

Lucy was sitting on Calum's lap but Calum had a scared look on his face but with a somewhat forced smile. It was a scary sight.

Sasha and Michael were the worst. Michael was trying to play FIFA, obviously. Sasha didn't seem to get that. She was putting her hands all over Michael's face and in & out if his hair. He seemed annoyed and pissed off. He noticed me studying the state he was stuck in so he put on a "Really? What the hell is this?" type face.

I elbowed Ashton and he saw Michael's face so he went over to help.

"Hey... Sasha, right?" He asked awkwardly. She looked up at him with a death glare that could kill the sun. She took her hands out of Michael's hair and as soon as she did, Michael ran out of the spot like a scared 2 year old.

He scurried over to me with a look of relief on his face. "Where have you been?"

"With Ash." His whole demeanour dropped.

"But you didn't come backstage and Ash couldn't have been with you then?"

"I was sleeping because I didn't feel well and I have a horrid headache at the moment." His look of sadness went to a look of concern.

"Let me grab you an Advil?" He was about to walk away when Ash came up to us with a blue and white bottle of Advil.

"I got you that Advil you were asking for. Are you feeling any better?" Wow. That was extremely awkward for Michael.

"A little. I mean, I can stand without anyone holding me up so that's good." I could see Michael's red face out of the corner of my eye.

"Do you want me to get you water or do you want to take it with something else?" Ashton is so caring and I just met him. Is this some kind of joke?

"I can do it." Michael interrupts and does a quick jog to the fridge in the corner of the room. Ashton and I look at each other as if to say "That was weird."

Michael came back holding a coldwater bottle. He handed it to me while Ash uncapped the Advil.

"One or Two?"

"Two please." These headaches always last an eternity. He gently placed them in my hand and I swallowed them soon after. As I was swallowing them, I noticed both Michael and Ash staring at me.

I put the cap back on the bottle. "Can I help you guys? Is there something on my face?" I gave them a glare.

"You look really pale." They said simultaneously. They looked at each other and glared.

"I do? I should've stopped being pale awhile ago." I tried not to let their observation worry me.

"Maybe we should leave the room. It's really loud with Sasha, Lucy, and Sam being themselves." Michael suggested.

"I think that might be a good idea but-" I was stopped by Ash.

"No 'buts'. We're going." Ash commanded. I looked to Michael for help, but right now he seemed to actually agree with Ashton. Before I knew it, I was thrown on Michael's back and he was holding my thighs up so I wouldn't fall.

"Did I ask for a piggy back ride, Michael?"

"No, but I gave you one anyway." He gave me a smirk. "Now, rest until we get to the room and by the way, stop calling me by my full name!"

"What do you want her to call you?" Ashton asked while giggling.

"Mikey, or Mike. Not my full name because it sounds like you're annoyed with me. Ashton gets Ash. So, I get Mikey."

"You don't get to choose your nickname, you know?" I asked with attitude. He's jealous of the fact that I use Ashton's nickname but not his?

Michael leaned forward and it felt like we were falling. I screamed at the top of my lungs because I obviously did not want to fall in this state. We ended up not falling and Michael started laughing.

"What the fuck, bro?!" I yelled right in his ear.

"Sorry! You gave me attitude, so I scared you." He smirked at me, for the millionth time. I yanked on his hair. "Ugh. Do that again." He said in a fake sexy voice.

"Ugh. Shut up. You're disgusting." I smacked the side of his head.

"Mike, this is where she was sleeping before." Ash opened the door and we walked into the stylist room. Michael gently put me on the ground and patted my head as if I were a little kid.

"Go away." I said with the most serious expression. I wasn't serious at all. I was actually enjoying his company. Same with Ashton. But the two don't seem to get along.

"Y-You want me to go?" Michael asked looking pained and afraid.

"Absolutely." He started shaking his head as if he didn't understand what he had done wrong and he began heading towards the door. He looked so sad. "Michael, I'm just messing with you."

Both Ashton and Michael looked at me. One with hope and one with fear?

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SORRY IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO UPDATE TODAY 😁

I HAD A SEIZURE SO I HAD TO SLEEP IT OFF, GET PICKED UP FROM SCHOOL, LOSE THE HEADACHE AND ALL THAT CRAP

BUT I HOPE YOU'RE LOVING THIS FIC SO FAR

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