I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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*Play this song now until I say stop. Enjoy!*

Michael;

The next morning I was woken up by a un-manly yelp and someone busting into my room. It appears that Ashton definitely blacked out and doesn't even remember bringing the girl home, nevermind remembering her name and I couldn't stop laughing for the longest time.

He asked millions of questions and asked why I didn't stop him from taking her back here, and I explained absolutely everything from the time at the bonfire up until I went to bed after being annoyingly tired of hearing the two drunken lovebirds.

"Shit, I'm so sorry man." He apologized, rubbing his face with his hands and groaning. "I feel like shit, physically and mentally."

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "Mentally?"

"I cheated on Sammy with some random I just met." He exclaimed, I flinch at the loudness of his voice. "How-when-what am I going to tell her?"

He plops himself down on my bed and, despite having a massive headache and wanting nothing more than to sleep again, I sit up against my headboard, cuddling a pillow to my chest. I let the silence linger for a bit, taking the time to figure out what to say, and I finally thought of something.

"Well, how you'll tell her is with nothing but the truth. When you'll tell her is when it's a good-ish time, she'll be upset at first and she'll probably cry over it but hey, at least you'll be telling her the truth. What you'll tell her is that you got too drunk,  and this random came home with you but nothing happened except for that kissing dare." Is all I had to say, fuck that sounds like shit advice.

"Fuck, I can't do that." He mutters, standing up and paces around my room.

I roll my green eyes, laying back down and covering my body in the warmth of my blanket. I groaned and closed my eyes, "So you're saying you'd rather her find out over the internet or some shit instead of hearing it from you? You do that mate, see where it gets you."

"You're such a huge help, asshole." He muttered as he started walking out of my room but stopped when i started talking.

"Well, I'm only putting the truth out there! If I were a girl, I'd rather much hear shit from my boyfriend and not anyone else." I spoke, sitting up again and shooting him a glare; annoyed, stressed and upset that i have to deal with this when its early- okay, its after 11 but still, I'm hungover and want to sleep again.

"Well, what about her? I had to find out over the internet! The fucking internet!" He exclaimed, his voice getting louder near the end of his sentence, "You think I just shrugged it off and went on with life? No, I didn't because I still actually gave a shit about her and still do, even after everything she put me through!"

By now, he's crying and he looks pissed, I softened up and going over to him and pulling his weeping body into a brotherly embrace and he broke down completely. I didn't really know what to do in situations like this, so I just patted his back lightly while i let him pour out all his emotions he's bottled up in the passed few months or so.

"I really fucked up...I'm gonna lose her completely now...She's probably going to move on from me with Harry and they'll probably have tons of kids and live in a-"

I pushed him into the wall, looking him in the eyes and glared at him, "Don't you ever talk like that! You're not going to lose her and she sure as hell isn't going to marry and have kids with Styles. Stop being so hard on yourself and just fly her out here and if you want, i could be there with you while you guys talked because if you forgotten, I'm a witness."

He smiled sadly and slightly nodded his head, his long curls falling in his face, "Sounds good mate. Thank you."

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That night, Ash and I ended up going to the bar and had a few beers and came back to my flat then we watched movies until we both passed out on the couch. I guess its safe to say that Ashton will definitely be okay and if things go badly between him and Sam, I'll be the best mate that'll be there for him until  he's better mentally, not saying he's mental or anything, but you should know what I mean.

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*Two Weeks Later*

Two weeks have passed since the boys went on break and it's been one week since Ashton went home to visit his mum and siblings. To say I've been bored and lonely at home by myself would be an understatement, I've just been home, the hospital and grocery shop and those are the only places i really go now. God, I really need friends- well I have friends but their either back home or on tour, what I mean is normal friends that live here!

Today I woke up, took a shower and I ate breakfast, now I'm about to head over to the hospital to visit Bree. Her progress is very good, she's been breathing on her own and the doctors pulled most of the IV's and medicine stuff off of her; they said she should be conscious very soon, they hope and I hope so too because I really miss her so much. I got into my car, placing my to-go coffee cup in the cup holder and put my music on shuffle as I backed out of driveway and made my way down the really familiar streets of Vancouver to the hospital.

*IF YOU HAVE THE SONG OR CAN LISTEN TO IT- LISTEN TO Lovely by Billie Eilish ft Khalid*

15 minutes later I'm pulling up to the lot and I walk in, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and coffee in the other. I smile at the nurses as I make my way up to Bree's personal room they gave her about a month ago and as I was about to walk into the room, one of the nurses, Jamie I think, stopped me by lightly gripping my arm, I turned to her and she had the biggest smile ever and that kind of weirded me out.

"Michael, we have some amazing news." I furrowed my eyebrows and she started pulling me away from Bree's room and down the hallway, "C'mon."

I followed the short Jersey girl and she led me into the room where they take patients to check up on them and my heart was racing so fast that I feared it would fall out. She stopped in front of room 4 and turned to me still smiling.

"What's going on?" I question and she just opens the door, gesturing I go in so I do just that and sit down.

"The doctor will be right with you." Jamie closed the door and I was sitting there awkwardly and confused as ever as to what was going on.

In minutes, the door opens and the doctor walks in but he wasn't alone. My eyes widened, a smile broke out and my heart skipped, I stood up and walked over to her.

"Bree?" I mutter and she looked at me like she didn't know me, "Baby, it's me. Michael."

I kneeled down in front of her wheelchair she was sitting in and cupped her face in my hands and she pulled away, I frowned and backed up a few feet.

"Doc, who is this?" Her words slipped out of her mouth like venom, and I swear right then and there, my heart stopped and I felt like crying. How could she forget who I am? I felt tears brim in my eyes and I looked at the doctor, he frowned.

"I'm sorry" I looked at her as her voice flew through my ears, "I don't know who you are, are you my friend or something?" She looked at me and she doesn't look or sound like my Bree. She doesn't sound like my little kitten I knew before the accident.

"Bree... I'm your boyfriend..." I muttered, blinking the tears away but they only fell.

I heard her gasp, "I..I'm sorry."

That's all she had to say, nothing else, just that; and I'm scared she'll never remember me, shit. My heart is literally breaking into billions of pieces, and I felt like I'll never get my girlfriend back.

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A/N; Hey, so... This is a long-shortish chapter and took me forever to write bc i don't have a phone anymore until I save up for one, so i'm on my laptop (its really weird lol), but i hope you liked this...

Until next time :)

-Annie Clair

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