I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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Bree;

The movie was great, everyone jumped throughout the movie and everyone screamed but overall, it's a good movie. We were heading back to the hotel and I texted Sammy, telling her I need to talk to her, she said okay.

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~At The Hotel~

"Yeah, we'll be right up" Sammy says, reassuring Ashton and Mikey. "So, what's going on?"

I sigh, "I need to tell Ricky..." I feel tears form and I breathed in and out slowly so I wouldn't cry, "I just feel guilty that I haven't told him yet."

"I think telling him would be a great idea" I smile, silently saying thank you, but she ruined my smile and happiness. "Just not over the phone, I believe you should tell him in person"

"In person? I can barely stand the sound of his voice after what he did to me! Forget about me facing him in person." I exclaim, feeling like I'm really in the verge of breaking down. This time, I didn't hold back my emotions.

"Love, I really think you should tell him in person. Either soon or when it's too late." Sam says, it made me so upset.

"Sammy" I sob, "How can I do that?!  I can't and do not want to face him. I know it's immature of me to say that and do so, but what's the point of telling him when I don't even want to keep it? I feel stupid that I said I need to tell him when in reality, I really don't want to tell him." I say, hot tears roll down my now too warm face. "I'm sorry, I gotta get some air."

I run outside and kept running until I was far away enough to not get found. I sat down on a park bench and placed my face in my hands, I sobbed quietly. I took out my phone and plugged my headphones in and put my music on shuffle, Broken Home came on and I decided to just leave it on repeat.

I walk along the sidewalk through the dim-lit park, taking interest in the bright stars in the dark sky. I quietly sing to myself, still crying ever so lightly.

When I ran away, from my best friend, it felt like I was hit by a bus, a train and a thousand bullets at the same time. I never felt so broken, so upset, and so scared like that in my whole life. I don't know what to do in life right now and that fucking scares me, like a lot.

I was going to change the song but I got stopped by my phone showing me I have a message. I went to my messages and my heart stops and my breathe hitches.

From: My Babyboy 😍❤️
Hey.. I just want to say•••

I'm scared and nervous to actually read the whole thing because I never actually talked or texted him since he broke up with me. I'm scared to read the truth or lies, or both, that he might speak of. I'm scared of the thought of reading his lovey dove words and I could take him back in the heat of the moment only because I'm carrying his child.

I felt tears form, once again, because I keep reading over the nickname I have for him. He's not mine anymore, I should change it.... Right?

I decide to mature the fuck up and read the message.

From: My Babyboy 😍❤️

Hey.. I just want to say that I'm sorry for everything that I said to you the other day. I was mad as hell, about my feelings about you going away for so long. Especially at the fact you were going travelling with four guys you love more than me.. I'm sorry for being so selfish, I was only thinking about my feelings, I'm sorry I didn't think about how you feel, but in all honesty I don't think I really could wrap my head around how you feel about these guys and their music.
But I do know I've liked you for the passed 3 years, and now...I know for sure..that I love you, Bree. Would it be okay if I fly out to Orlando so we could talk?... Anyway, I've gotta get back to work so maybe text me whenever you can xo. Miss you.

Fuck.

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I've been sitting at the same bench for the passed half hour now, trying my best to wrap my head around Ricky's message. I really don't know what to say to him, let alone know if I actually want to reply to him at all at this moment.

I really feel the need to tell him, but I don't think I can. This is just overwhelming all together and I can't really choose honestly what I want or need. So, I do what I think is the right thing to do....

I tell him.

To: My Babyboy 😍❤️

Ricky... There's something I need to tell you.. It's not something that can wait until you get here, and it's also something that I shouldn't tell you over text but.... Ricky, I'm pregnant. Message back when you can, I'll give you details or something..

I sent it and I let out a shaky breathe, I looked at the time and decided to head back to the hotel. I got up and started walking, only to notice I don't know where the hell I am, I sigh and dial Michael's number.

Hello?

Hey, I'm kind of lost and I just want to sleep.

Okay, what do your surroundings look like?

I looked around, going in a circle.

Well, there's a lot of trees and there's streetlights, and a park.

I think I know where you are. Sit tight, I'll be right there.

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I laid down, getting as comfortable as I can on my side. I let out a soft sigh and hear Mikey come out of the washroom, I look over and see he has his grey joggers on, they're hanging lowly on his hips and he's shirtless.

I feel the bed dip and I hear him let out a light cough, "Are you okay?" He asks.

"I don't know, this whole situation is just...." I move my hands around in the air, trying to find the right word to use, "so overwhelming I guess.. It's hard to overcome the fact I'm actually pregnant with his child."

Michael sighs deeply, thinking I guess because he doesn't say anything for a few minutes that I thought he fell asleep. "You know Bree, I honestly don't know what I can say to ease your thoughts..let alone my own at this moment, but I can tell you this" He lets out a shaky breathe, "I'm sorry you have to go through this, I know you never wanted this to happen and I want you to know that I'm here for you. I'll be right behind you in whatever decision you make."

I smile and he continues. "Hey Bree? There's something I need to tell you but I don't know if it's the right time or not but I really can't hold it in anymore." He takes a deep breathe, "Bree, the passed two years have been the absolute best, with our late night calls or the little messages throughout the day, and FaceTime dinners, that was all amazing only because you showed me that you see me as a normal person instead of the famous Michael Clifford from 5 Seconds Of Summer. Bree, in my little speech thing, what I'm trying to say is.. I really really like you."

For the second time tonight, my heart stopped and my breathe hitched.

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A/N; ayyyyo :) sorry if this chapters shit... Writers block >.< Well, Bree told Ricky!! What do you think'll happen? Will he actually fly out to Orlando? Are you team Ricky or team Michael? I'll update soon :) All the love x.

-Annie

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