I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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* When you see words in between stars like this, play the song x. Enjoy! *

Bree;

When the doctor and I got back into his office, there was a guy, not too older than me I don't think, sitting in one of the chairs. Who was this guy? Maybe the doctors son?

"Bree?" He muttered and I looked at him with a blank expression, "Baby, it's me. Michael."

He kneeled down in front of me and the wheelchair and cupped my face in his smooth and manly hands and I instantly pulled away. I noticed he frowned and backed up a few feet.

"Doc, who is this?" I asked, frightened because this guy in front of me is calling me baby. I looked from the doctor to the random guy and I seen the tears brim in his soft green eyes and I looked back at the doctor, both of them frowning.

"I'm sorry" I looked at him as he caught my gaze, "I don't know who you are, are you my friend or something?" I asked softly, I'm sure my voice is very shaky and soft, scared I might hurt him more. Seriously, who is he? Maybe he is my ex who's trying to- no, I remember everything up until the beginning of 2016.

"Friend?" He mumbled, he turned his gaze to the floor and I could see the tears falling from his eyes. "I've been your boyfriend for three years, your best friend for five."

I felt my eyes go wide and my breath hitched, I fixed my sights anywhere but on him. I didn't know what to say, never mind think, and I don't necessarily want to look him in the eyes; I feel bad I don't remember but it's technically not my fault I can't remember anything. What if he's telling the truth? But he could also be lying, I'm so-

"Wait" I spoke up, looking up at him with wide eyes, he looked at me with hopeful eyes. "You're Michael. A-as in Michael Clifford."

"Uh, yeah... Look, I'm gonna get going, I can't handle this right now." He- Michael said, rushing to grab his stuff and rushed out but he forgot his phone.

"Mr.Clifford, wait up!" My doctor ran after him and I took the time to look at my phone and social media.

I turned my phone on and my eyes widened, my phone went crazy with texts, missed calls, voicemails, and beyond hundreds of notifications from my social stuff. I ignored all of those for now and go straight to my pictures, I have a lot of pictures holy; I scroll down a bit and see I have two main albums under the names Michael & I and My Pride & Joy, what? This can't be...

A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts and the nurse walked in with a smile, "I'm here to take you back to your room." I nodded and snagged Michael's phone.

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I've been laying in my bed, not doing anything in particular, for hours on end and I can't shake this weird feeling off- it's like an uneasy feeling where I'm anxious, freaking out and feel like throwing up at any given moment.

This can't be happening- it's 2021, I supposedly have a boyfriend of three years AND a three year old son. Last time I remember, if I could remember correctly, I was in a relationship with Ricky and we certainly weren't expecting a child together. This isn't making any sense to me whatsoever and it's stressing me out so all I do is curl up into a ball and cry.

Luke;

We're in Toronto for our show and it's about 2 in the afternoon here and we're going for lunch but I got a call from Michael earlier, which was a tad weird because we haven't really been on the best of terms and I was wondering why he had called me and not Ashton. When he called, my breathing stopped and my heart jumped.