Calum's P.O.V
"Mikey." I whined. "Come on, I don't know what else to say! I'm sorry."
Michael snorted, keeping his arms crossed over his chest and his head turned away from me. Luke and Ashton had let Michael and I talk alone, which I guess was better so that I had less people wanting to hit me, and I'd already apologised to Ashton before, and to Luke when I got here. But they weren't really the ones that I needed to apologise to. I'd spent the past ten minutes trying to get him to forgive me, but Michael we being stubborn.
I sighed. "I love your smart ass comments, Mikey, you wouldn't be you without them... no matter how annoying they are, especially if they come at the most inconvenient times. And you don't ruin anything. I was just angry and I needed someone to blame, and you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I shouldn't have blamed you, because it's all my fault that I fucked up any sort of relationship I had with Jordan... I was just hurt, I guess."
Michael was silent for a while, before slowly turning to face me and sighing. "It's not your fault man. If it's anyone's fault, it's Jordan's, 'cause she's been playing with your head. And it's her fault for not realising what she's missing out on."
I chuckled and gave him a small smile. "Does this mean you forgive me?"
"Can I punch you first?"
I hesitated, but then realised that it was the easiest thing to do to get him to completely forgive me. "Fine." I groaned. "Just not the face."
Michael grinned and pulled his arm back as I closed my eyes, awaiting the impact. But nothing happened for a few seconds, and I began to wonder whether he was actually going to punch me. Just when I opened my eyes to see what he was doing, he pummelled his fist into my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
I groaned and leaned over, clutching my stomach. "Do you feel better now?" I choked out.
"Much better, thank you for asking." He replied happily.
"I'm glad that I could be of assistance to you." I groaned, rubbing my stomach.
Michael jumped up from his bed, not waiting for me to recover. "Now come on, be a man and get up! I'm hungry and there's pizza downstairs."
I trudged along slowly behind Michael as he ran down the stairs, being greeted by two pairs of curious eyes looking towards us.
"We're good." I groaned and Ashton and Luke nodded.
"Good, now someone play Fifa with me. Ash is being a boring little-"
"Just because I don't like Fifa, doesn't mean you get to call me names." Ashton interrupted quickly.
"Dibs!" Michael called as Luke rolled his eyes at Ash.
I mumbled an 'I'll go later', and sighed as I plonked myself down on the end of the lounge, next to Ashton. I stared at the T.V screen, and not what was actually on the T.V as Mikey and Luke started playing Fifa. Everything was just blurry blobs running across the screen and I didn't bother to focus on it.
It feels like one of those times where I just want to plug my earphones in and just forget the world, just block it all out. But I can't really do that now, because it would seem rude. I came here to apologise to Michael and spend some time with the boys to try get my mind off things, but all I keep wanting to do is talk to Jordan. I know it's the best thing to give her some space, but I just miss her so much already. I mean, when you like someone so much, or you love them, you just want to be around them all the time. You want to be the one that makes them smile. You want to be the one to make them laugh. You want to be the one that's on their mind all the time.

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