Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

\vii/

from: mike baby:

im coming to pick you up

Liane wakes up to the text from Michael. She quickly gets out of her bed after noticing Michael sent the message ten minutes ago. "Why are you running around like a maniac?" Ashlyn asks with a quiet laugh.

"Michael is gonna be here in less than ten minutes and I look like a maniac," she mumbles, going through her suitcase for an outfit.

"Aw, you're cute when you're nervous," Ashlyn coos, walking past her to the bathroom.

"This will be you in about an hour, so hush," Liane mutters after finding a good enough outfit.

"It will not be me," she defends, "I am getting ready in a few minutes. I'll be prepared." Liane rolls her eyes and continues to pull on her clothes. She checks the bathroom door to make sure it's closed, and once she hears the shower running she knows she's in the clear.

She pulls out her make-up from her suitcase and grabs her foundation before starting to try her best to cover up the cuts.

"Hey, can you grab - what are you doing?" Liane instantly tosses her foundation to the side and covers her arm with the side of her body.

"Nothing, nothing. What do you need me to get?" Ashlyn cautiously walks towards the slightly trembling girl. "Ashlyn it's nothing, I swear."

"Give me your arm." Liane shakes her head timidly. "Liane, seriously. Show me your arm." She slowly gives in, shakily moving the scarred arm toward Ashlyn. "What is this? Why?" Ashlyn sits with her legs crossed opposite Liane, gently holding on the arm - which was still shaking slightly.

"I have depression," she reluctantly answers.

"You don't seem very, um," Ashlyn pauses, "depressed."

"Michael," is all she needs to say for Ashlyn to understand.

"Aw," she lets out a sad laugh. "How'd he react to ... these?" She nods gently towards her arm.

"I haven't exactly told him. I'm too scared." Ashlyn purses her lips.

"Honey, you should tell him. He deserves to know," she advises, only getting a shrug.

"I want to tell him, but, like, I haven't even told him anything about my depression, except the fact that I have it. I want to tell him all of that first, but I'm scared he'll think I'm some freak and won't want to be around me."

"I've only seen you two together once, but I can tell just by the way he looks at you, he's so fucking whipped." Liane cracks a smile at her playful tone.

"Just don't say anything to him. Let me tell him, yeah?" Ashlyn quickly nods, but before either of them can say anything, someone knocks on the door. "Crap, I didn't finish covering them. Distract him for me?" She asks hopefully.

"Of course," Ashlyn playfully groans before making her way to the door. Liane climbs on her bed so that she isn't visible to the door and quickly starts applying the foundation. "Hey, Michael," she greets in her usual cheery tone.

"Uh, hey ..." he trails, silently telling her he didn't know her name.

"Oh, right! I'm Ashlyn." Liane can hear the smile in her voice as she finishes up with the foundation.

"Hi, Ashlyn. Um, where's Liane?"

"She's, uh," Ashlyn stops, trying to think of a quick lie. Liane quickly packs up her make-up and slides off the bed.

"Sorry," she grins sheepishly, "I was talking to my mom on the phone." Michael's smile instantly spreads, his face brightening when he sees her. "Hi," she smiles up at him after reaching him.

"Have fun you two. No babies," Ashlyn teases. Liane looks over her shoulder to glare at her, only getting a giggle in return. After the bathroom door closes, Michael immediately grabs Liane's hips and pulls her to him to meet her lips with his rather hungrily. Liane moves her lips against his, bringing her hands up to hook around his neck and stand on her toes.

"I'm so clingy, I hope you don't care," Michael smiles against her lips after pulling away slightly.

"I love it. It assures me that you're not too annoyed of me," she jokes, pecking his lips lightly and releasing him, but he kept a tight grip on her.

"I'd never get annoyed of you," he promises while she leans into his chest.

"Yeah, I've only been here for, like, two days. Wait a few weeks." Michael chuckles quietly and shakes his head.

"Let's get going, my flat misses you," he pulls away and nods towards the door. Liane playfully rolls her eyes and follows him out of the dorm after grabbing her phone.

On the drive from the university to Michael and Calum's flat, Michael and Liane keep their hands intertwined, resting on Liane's thigh. When they park in front of his flat, Michael quickly releases her hand and jogs around the front of the car to open her door.

"Why, thank you," she smirks at him while sliding out of her seat. He shuts the door and follows behind her to his door.

*.*.*

im actually pretty disappointed in this chapter whoops

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