I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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~ReCaP~

A few minutes had passed, a different song was playing and suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I took my headphones out, looked up and I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Hi love, are you alright?" His slow deep voice sent chills all over my body.

~ReCaP~

Michael;

After I left Bree, I ended up coming to a bar and I'm, to say this is an understatement, drunk- well plastered and I accidentally texted her and she ended up calling me; getting mad at me and that only made me drink more.

I hope we can work this out, if anything I'll probably be switching rooms with Sammy or Luke, I roll my eyes at the thought of him.

Luke and Bree are really close, too close for my liking, and I don't know what to do about it. The way he looks at her, the way he makes her smile and laugh, the way they text and call each other, the way they fit perfectly with each other and- fuck this.

I ask for 6 shots of vodka and slam them back, paid the bartender and got a cab back to the hotel.

On the way, I rang Harry and the boys of One Direction to see if they were in town yet and politely yet drunkenly asked if they could look for Bree.

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I know what you're thinking, Michael Clifford and daytime drinking? Just, you know, don't judge me, cause if you haven't noticed, I'm having a rough day.

I'm in the elevator, on my way up to the floor we're staying on and stumble and stagger to Calum and Luke's room. I bang my fist against the door, waited a couple seconds and banged again and again until the door opened to reveal Luke.

"Hey Michael, what's up?" Luke says, stepping aside to let me in, a small smirk lands on my face as I stagger into the room. "Where's Bree?"

I scoff, "Of course you would ask about her. With you, it's all about her!" I stand in his face and he pushes me away, making me stumble over the leg of a chair.

"The fuck's your problem dude?" Luke growls, glaring at me. "If I knew you were going to be like this, I wouldn't have answered the fucking door."

He walks into the other room and I laugh, why am I laughing? I'm too drunk but I'm not finished. I get up and followed him into the room where he was laying on the couch now.

"Why her?" I ask, my voice quiet but loud enough for him to hear me.

"Why her what?" He says, rolling his ocean blue eyes.

"Why did it have to be her? Of all the girls you could've had by now, but you choose my girlfriend!" I say, my vision becoming blurry.

His eyes went wide, "Michael, we're just friends. Nothing's going-"

"-Bullshit! I know there's something going on." I make him stand, both my hands gripping the collar of his shirt, "Just tell me the fucking truth."

"I am!" He pushed me again, and I'm getting more frustrated, "Believe me when I say this, there's absolutely nothing going on between Bree and I."