She Looks So Perfect

Chapter Twenty-Six

Hannah's POV

Michael has really screwed himself over this time. Alexza announced a pregnancy, and it's Michael's baby. He promised, swore to me, that she meant nothing more than what she started. But this little bit of news confirmed my worst suspicions; Alexza and Michael fell in love, and he doesn't have the heart to tell me.

The funny thing is, Michael didn't bother coming to me and letting me in on this mass discovery. Instead, he let me watch Sunrise, as his loving girlfriend, and witness him take her to the stage in front of all of Sydney and much of Australia, to be personally humiliated as they described their findings.

"And it seems as if we're pregnant!" he said, looking into her eyes, then the boys, followed by the camera. I was raging, emotionally destroyed. I ran up to my room and fell onto my mattress, screaming into a pillow for what seemed like hours. I screamed until my throat was sore, cried until I couldn't breathe.

Michael, my boyfriend, the one who I had also had sex with, had impregnated Alexza. I was infuriated that he would dare leave out that rather important bit of information. I ran to the bathroom and my breakfast immediately came back up. I was too upset to function.

As I eventually calmed down, I went back downstairs to find that the boys had left Sunrise. Without thinking, I dialed Michael's digits and pressed call, "Eh, hello?"

I didn't say anything. "Hannah, are you okay?"

"No, not really."

"What's wrong?"

"Don't play stupid with me, Michael. Why the fuck is she pregnant?"

It was his turn to be silent.

"If you love her, just tell me. Don't lead me on like that. I don't deserve to be lied to."

"Hannah, it really isn't what you think."

"Then what is it, Michael? How in the world could I be mixing things up? Alexza is pregnant and it's yours, what the hell else could there be?"

"Let me come explain."

"No, I'm not going near you."

"Hannah baby, don't be like that."

"I'm serious Michael, if you show up here I'm calling the police. If you can't tell me right now, it isn't worth the relationship."

Silence.

"Alright, well, goodbye Michael," I said as I ended the call. I didn't want to be rid of him, it hurt worse than anything I can recall, but I wasn't about to be stuck with a liar.

~

Alexza's POV

Another day, another interview; but this time, I was invited into a personal interview with Michael. Everyone was freaking out since our pregnancy announcement.

We arrived at the studio, and were ushered into a small room with a table and three chairs, and a microphone along with some audio and video equipment. The pressman wasn't there yet, but we were assured that she would be shortly. We sat down on one side of the table and it was awkwardly silent for a while, before he spoke up, "Hannah called me," he whispered.

Hannah fucking hates me, "Oh God, what did she say?"

"She was pissed that I'm fathering your kid, but I mean, that's not a surprise," he said, sarcastically chuckling halfway through the sentence.

I twiddled my thumbs, "Michael, I don't know if I want to do all of this."

"I don't really either, if I'm honest."

Well.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before the lady finally came in, "Hello, my name is Morgan and I'll be the one interviewing you today. We'll have a ten minute audio bit and then a five minute break, and we'll meet back in here for another ten minutes, that time with video, alright?" We both nodded our heads and smiled.

"Okay, so when the red light is on, we are recording. I'm going to have to ask you to keep the swear words down and the conversation as appropriate for younger listeners as possible, but don't get uncomfortable." She blabbed on her pre-written crap that she's probably had memorized for months, and says to every single person or group to walk through the doors. Michael and I just nodded, and I knew by the look on his face that many interviewers said much of the same things in each one of these that he does, "Okay, 3, 2, 1, we're live."

I sat up as Michael snaked his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer.

"Hello, I'm Morgan and I'm here with 5 Seconds of Summer's very own Michael Clifford and his special lady, Alexza. Say hi, guys!"

The interview dragged on, as she asked him things about the band he's answered hundreds of times before. I wasn't particularly listening, until she said, "So Alexza. I was watching Sunrise yesterday, and it seems as if you have some good news."

I straightened up again, "Actually, I do have some news."

Michael rubbed circles on my back with the palm of his hand.

"I'm not pregnant."

Michael's hand stopped and pulled away from me.

"Excuse me," I said, standing up and walking out of the room. I stumbled through the halls as my vision blurred from the tears. I was in deep shit. I found a toilet and ran in, running the tap and throwing cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror at my red, puffy face as the tears continued. I let them go, as I found myself falling to the ground of weakness. I wasn't physically able to handle the pressure any longer.

The door creaked open and I heard heels rushing towards me as a vaguely familiar voice shushed me, "It's okay, Alexza," I recognized Morgan.

"It's not okay, I can't handle this anymore."

~

I woke up in a cold room covered in all white. The beeping noises pounded at my head and ripped through me like a machete. I opened my eyes groggily as the rate of the beeping went up slightly. I shivered, as I found myself in a lumpy bed with a stale yet sterile smell to the air. I was in a hospital bed.

I freaked out, the beeping rising in pace once again. I found an "assistance" button on the wall and pressed it, waiting for someone to come explain what happened to me.

Instead of a doctor, nurse, or attendant rushing in, it was Michael, "You're okay. It's alright." His tone was smooth, soothing.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, you're okay. It's over."

"No, tell me what happened."

He hesitated, "You said at the interview that you weren't pregnant and ran out. I started freaking out so Morgan, the lady that was in that room with us, went into the toilets and found you lying on the floor and you were crying," at this point, he was staring into space, like he was trying not to imagine this happening, but it wouldn't leave his frame of mind, "she said you passed out saying stuff about how it wasn't okay, and you couldn't do it anymore."

"Oh," was all I could manage to say.