Songwriter ❥ PRETTYMUCH

41 | Three Am

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THREE AM
[ Michelle Holland's POV- ]

I was almost done with Open Arms. All I had to do is save the final product on my computer and burn it on a cd before I was able to go home satisfied.

The boys has left for one more dance rehearsal before they went home. Zion has offered to stay and help me with it, but I declined since he was tired of rehearsals anyway.

My beautiful sister was nice enough to pick me up from work, using just enough time for me to close the recording studio off. Right when I disconnected to cables from my laptop, the door opened and I turn around.

"Ah, there you are!"

Mitch.

"H-hey." I stutter before I turn around to place my laptop in my handbag.

"You weren't in your office and you weren't in the cafeteria...but I finally have found you." He closes the door behind him and walks deeper up in the room. I take a seat in one of the chairs and face him, seeing he now was standing only a few feets away from me.

"Oh...you know. I already said it earlier, I need all the time to work on these songs before the big performance and promotion party." I tell him and watches how he nods. He takes a seat on one of the stools.

"So how are you?" The fact that I had my back turned against him, made me roll my eyes so hard it almost made me blind. Mitch has been asking this question every darn time and it kinda gets annoying.

"Well, I'm doing alright...like usual. How about you?" I sigh, not even bothering making eyecontact.

"I'm doing alright too. Also, I wanted to tell you that my friend who still is in college is in search for a new bed." He informs me and I confusingly turn my body around to face him.

"Okay?" I say slowly in a questionable tone.

"So like, you have this spare bed left after your roommate left right?" He asks, leaning to the front as he puts his elbows on top of his knees.

I froze in my spot, not because of any emotions going through my mind. My brain started calculating and was searching for the memory where I have told Mitch about Milan leaving...but I just couldn't find one. "Excuse me, could you repeat yourself please?" I ask.

"My friend is searching for a new bed and your roommate has left recently am I right?" He asks, cocking up his left eyebrow.

"That's right but, Mitch, how do you know about my roommate leaving us?" I question, my voice unsure as it almost fell into a voice crack.

I watch how Mitch changes his facial expression. He went blank almost immediately, straightening his posture as he now was sitting straight. He clears his throat before opening his mouth to talk, "Y-you've told me...remembed?" He asks and I knitted my eyebrows together.

"I did?" I asked him and he nods.

"Well, yeah. Don't you remember? We were in your office." He says and I try my best to remember it.

"Are you sure? Because I'm quite sure I haven't spoken about it with you." I was more than confused as in how the bloody hell did Mitch knew about this.

"Michelle, I'm sure. I think the stress has damaged your brain." He jokes and starts laughing.

I need to get out here.

"Well, I'll ask my other roommates about it. My sister is waiting for me now, she's picking me up." I quickly turn around to snatch my handbag from the table, swinging it around my shoulder.