Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

\xiv/

"Okay, I was wrong, Liane, you should probably talk to him," Ashlyn whispers as the two of them sit on the cold bathroom floor.

"It was only three cuts, Ashlyn, I'm not gonna bleed out," she huffs.

"That doesn't matter, Li, you shouldn't be doing this again." Although Liane seemed to have a cranky attitude, Ashlyn kept patient with her. "Come on," she murmurs softly, standing up from her spot next to Liane.

"Where are we going?" She copies Ashlyn's actions before following her out of the bathroom to grab her phone.

"To get food," she quickly lies as the two of them exit the bathroom.

...

"No." Liane crosses her arms over her chest and leans back in her seat.

"You obviously need to see him," Ashlyn quietly laughs.

"You told me we were getting food," Liane points out, keeping her arms crossed and her face the same expressionless way it had been.

"And we will get food ... after you talk to Michael," she declares.

"I'm not going in," Liane decides.

"Fine," Ashlyn huffs, opening the door, sliding out of her seat, and making her way to Liane's seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ashlyn doesn't reply, she just continues to drag her up to Michael and Calum's door. "Ashlyn, please stop," she groans, trying to go the other way. Still ignoring her, Ashlyn knocks on the door a few times before waiting.

"Liane, what are you doing here?" Calum asks once he opens the door.

"She needs to see Michael, is he around?" Ashlyn asks politely.

"Um, yeah he -"

"I don't need to see him," Liane whines as if she were a little kid, hiding behind her friend.

"She needs to see him," Ashlyn decides.

"He's in his room," Calum mumbles, opening the door wider and stepping aside. "Good luck," he quickly adds while Ashlyn leads Liane to his room.

"Knock, knock," she whispers, gently pushing open his door. Michael looks up from his phone - of course he had been texting Liane endlessly, Liane had to put her phone on Do Not Disturb - and his eyes instantly fall on his girlfriend.

"Liane." He quickly gets off bed, tossing his phone to the side.

"Go." Ashlyn gently pushes her towards Michael.

"No," she whines, trying to turn back around to face Ashlyn.

"Why'd you bring her here?" Michael questions softly. Ashlyn turns Liane to face Michael - again - and just barely lifts up her shirt, exposing the three cuts she had done earlier that day.

"Stop," Liane snaps, slapping Ashlyn's hand to get her to drop the shirt.

"She's also been extra cranky today, isn't that right, Li?" She coos, ruffling her hair.

"Stop fucking talking to me like that. Can we go home?" Liane huffs.

"I'm going home, you're staying here to resolve things with him," Ashlyn obnoxiously kisses her cheek before making her way out of the room. Liane breathes a sigh of distraught, sitting up against the wall.

"Liane, are those cuts new?" Michael finally speaks up, sitting opposite of her.

"Sure," she mumbles, looking down at her lap and fiddling with her fingers. He nudges up her face with the pad of his thumb.

"You promised you wouldn't do this anymore, baby," he murmurs, using the same thumb to gently stroke her jawline a few times before dropping his hand and taking hers in it.

"I know, I'm sorry," she chokes, avoiding meeting his eyes.

"No, don't apologize, I shouldn't have called you a bitch. You aren't a bitch, okay? Trust me," he assures his girlfriend.

"I kinda am," she laughs quietly, shaking her head.

"Elena is the bitch, alright?" He half-jokes.

"Elena is not a bitch, Mikey, she apologized," she sighs, shrugging. "You loved her for, like, two years. You should know she's not completely a bad person."

"Yeah, I loved her, but she still cheated on me," he uses the hand that isn't holding Liane's to run it through his hair a few times. "There is one good thing that came out of her cheating."

"There is?" She asks, laughing lightly.

"It led me to you," he says teasingly, poking her nose lightly and leaning forward to peck her lips. She giggles, grabbing his face and pushing his lips further against hers. He grabs her hips to move her closer to him and she straddles his waist, deepening the kiss even more.

He moves his hands under her shirt, moving them up to take her shirt off. She quickly removes her lips from his, staring at him with wide eyes.

"I -"

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - yeah, sorry," he mumbles awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. Liane coughs and crawls off his lap, moving to sit at the end of his bed. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, you're fine, I'm just kind of a baby." She nibbles on her bottom lip.

"You're not a baby, baby," he smiles lightly, moving to sit next to her on the bed and kissing her cheek.

"Oh my god, get away from me," she fights her laugh, pushing him away.

"No, you love it," he cheers excitedly before grabbing her and placing her on his lap. She hooks one of her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face in his neck and kissing it lightly a few times.

"Hello, my friends!" Calum exclaims, barging into the room. "I'm just here to cock-block, don't mind me," he grins. He awkwardly tries to sit in between Liane and Michael.

"Oh my god, I hate you both," she groans, moving away from the pair.

"No come back." Michael shoves Calum off of him and tugs his girlfriend back onto his lap.

"What the fucking hell is wrong with us?"

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what the fucking hell is wrong with this chapter ew

i'm disappointed sorry

so michael's red hair will be the death of me hoW THE FUCK DOES EVERY COLOR WORK FOR HIM I JUST DKLFJA;KDFJ NO

i'm sorry i had to get that out there xx