This Year's Love // Michael Clifford

Chapter Fifteen

Can we all just appreciate Michael or

Chapter Fifteen

Michael Clifford

A huge smile was plastered on my face as I slid the key through for Brittany and I's hotel room. After convincing Donny (our manager) to let me skip the rest of the plans he had for us today, he finally let me go. I felt terrible about leaving Brittany all day yesterday, so I vowed not to do it again today.

When I entered the room, though, she was nowhere to be seen. I knocked on the bathroom door, but to no avail. Stumped, I sit on the bed and pull my phone out. Just as I'm about to text her, a notification comes through, signaling a 5SOS account update on a Twitter account I follow (I like to keep up with what they say about us, okay?).

@5SOSUpdatesDaily: Michael's new bae has been caught getting friendly with Evan Peters yesterday AND today.

I cringe at the use of bae, but click on the link attached. My stomach falls when my eyes land on the article before me.

Lead guitarist and supporting vocalist for famous pop-punk, Australian band 5 Seconds of Summer, Michael Clifford, has been spotted with a mystery girl in St. Louis these past weeks. We have come to know her as Brittany Dawson thanks to Michael constantly tweeting to and about her. Recently, Michael isn't the only celebrity she's got her eye on.

Evan Peters, aged twenty-seven, is more commonly known for his role in the American television series American Horror Story. The members of 5 Seconds of Summer, also known as 5SOS, landed in New York two days ago, the same as Evan Peters. While on their stay, they're accompanied by brunette beauty Brittany. We thought her and Michael had a secret love affair going on, but apparently not, as she's been seen with Evan Peters these past two days.

My phone drops to the floor as I viewed the images. There were many from yesterday and few from today. So this is what she was doing while I was busting my ass doing interviews and small gigs and meet and greets yesterday?

I pick up my phone from the floor, closing out the article. I clutch it tightly, my knuckles turning purely white. To say I am mad would be an understatement. I'm livid! She's my girl, not this thirty year old actor's.

I hear the sound of the door opening and I don't have to look up to know who it is. She's silent as she enters the room and I have reason to believe she hadn't even noticed me yet. When I look up, her eyes meet mine. I wear a hard glare, my jaw clenched.

"Have fun with your boyfriend?" I seethe.

"What?" she asks, clearly astonished.

I throw my phone beside me, staring deeply into her pupils. She knows.

"He's not my boyfriend," Brittany scoffs.

"Didn't seem that way to me," I reply.

"And what would you know?" she asks.

"That while I was out busting my ass-"

"Oh, yes! Busting your ass!" Brittany bites. "Because being a fucking celebrity is so tedious. You sat on your ass all day, doing interviews and singing and shit. I don't want to hear it."

"Why were you with him?" I shout, standing up.

"I had no other plans!" she yells, tossing her purse onto the small table provided.

"What about me?" I question, flailing my arms in there.

"What about you, Michael? You ditched me two days in a row. You didn't even come back last night like your promised. I woke up at five in the morning to you hurling in a toilet because you all went out and got drunk off your asses!"

I sink back, knowing full well she's right. That still doesn't justify her going on stupid dates with this dumb actor.

"How do you know him? Why was he there for you?" I question.

"Because you weren't," she whispers, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

"Fuck!" I scream, kicking the wardrobe, then, "Fuck!" when I realize how painful it actually was.

I lay back on the bed, clenching my eyes shut tightly. I rub my palms into them, wishing for the inevitable tears to go away. I'm a guy; I do not cry over girls. But shit, this is Brittany we're talking about.

Why? Why? Why? is all I can think.

"I'm leaving," Brittany bluntly speaks, pulling me from my revverie.

"Where to?" I ask, sitting up.

I didn't have it in me to yell or argue anymore. If she wanted to go, I'd let her.

"Just to get some food. I'll be back."

I watch her back as she exits the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I fall back onto the bed and, much to my dismay, a tear rolls off my face.

I'm so pussy whipped.

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Don't hate on Brittany, guys! She's just naive and Evan Peters is gorgeous and Michael isn't making any moves so

I don't want to rush a relationship with Michael and Brittany. I want my story to be as realistic as possible and for things to flow naturally.

omg just got a Michael tweet as I was typing this. He's all like:

@Michael5SOS: 😊😊😊😊😊

so freaking adorable ugh I want to cuddle him but then again I want to body slam his body with my body and omg kms