The Runaway 2 - N.H.

[48] We should go

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So I cried writing this.

Yeah.

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Braeden's POV

I don't know why but Scar and I are in the car with Niall and Luke. I also don't know why I'm in the back with Niall.

"Radio," I mumble and Scar turns it on and keeps changing the channels but there's only shit music. "My CDs are in the glovebox Luke," He nods before pulling out several albums.

"What's this?" He chuckles and holds up their album. The 5 Seconds Of Summer Album.

"That's not mine," I growl and lean forward trying to grab it but he pulls it away.

"And this?" He chuckles again and holds up Midnight Memories.

"They're Scar's," I try to cover up.

"No they're not!" She giggles and I shoot her a glare.

He takes out the 5SOS CD and plays track five, of course. "None of you are even eighteen this song is incorrect," I grumble and I see Luke smile and I look at Niall who is smiling down at me. "Don't do that," I say to him and he raises an eyebrow.

"Do what?" He chuckles lightly.

"That! Be cute!" I whisper-yell and he chuckles again.

"Sorry princess," He grind and puts his hand on my thigh.

"Don't call me that and move your hand," He doesn't move and I shake my head. "Idiot," I grumble under my breath and he stops smiling. For a second I'm confused but he starts leaning down and our lips are practically touching when he starts smiling again.

"May I?" He whispers and I shake my head. He closes the small gap and connects our lips. At first I contemplate pulling away but he puts his hand on my waist and all I want to do is touch him. I put a hand on the back of his neck and kiss him back passionately. I start to tug at the hair on the back of his neck and his grip on my waist tightens. We both grow hungrier and I realise how much I've missed him. My stomach starts to erupt with butterflies and I couldn't be happier.

"That's enough," Scarlette yells and turns around to hit me lightly on the top of the head.

"Scar!" I yell and pretend it hurt.

"We're here." She grumbles and gets out of the car and Luke gives us one last look before following her.

"We should go," I mumble and Niall nods. I jump out and he immediately grabs my hand. I question wether I should let go but I don't want to.

We follow Luke who says something to the bouncer and we are escorted upstairs and into a private section. We are here before the rest of them so the four of us take a seat on the couches and wait in awkward silence.

I look up and see Zayn and Perrie walk in, drinks in hand. "Hey!" Perrie yells over the music and walks over to give me a hug. I hug her back and I can't help but grin like a little girl on Christmas.

I look over to Scar and notice her and Luke are both in a serious looking conversation, then Scar looks up and her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open. I follow her gaze and see Michael in the doorway.

He looks like absolute shit. At least I know they weren't lying about everything. His eyes land on me and impossibly, he goes paler. Calum walks up behind him and it only just hits me Niall's arm is around my waist. He looks from Niall's hand to Niall and finally to me and he looks like he's physically hurting and I feel sick.

"Let's get this party started!" Louis screams and walks in with a tray of shots. Calum doesn't move, he stays staring at me with so much hurt in his eyes I think he might crumble to the floor.

A few of the look over at me when Louis sets the shots down. "You guys can drink, I don't mind." I try to reassure them but they still seem cautious. That is until Calum makes his way over and downs three shots in a row. Great, I'm making him drink.

Michael goes up to do the same but Ash runs into the room and grabs his shoulders. He yells something in his ear and Mikey nods before taking a seat next to me. Right next to me. As in our bodies are touching. "Now we are both crazy," He says only loud enough for me to her.

"We are nothing alike," I hiss and look into his now grey eyes.

"If that's what you think."

"No, that's what I know. I would never do half the things you have done, you pig." I growl and I can tell Niall is listening.

"Well, some of the things you already have," He says and his eyes dart away.

"What?" I ask confused.

"Nothing," He mumbles and plays with his hands.

"Michael w-"

"It's fucking nothing! Not like you'd care anyway!" He screams and stands up. Somewhere during our conversation, Harry, Liam, Sophia and Eleanor showed up and everybody is staring at us.

"Fuck you! Of course I fucking care! You think I'd have tried to kill myself if I didn't care?" I stand up too and scream at him.

"You did that because you're selfish! It had nothing to do with me!" We both push back tears and I shake my head.

"Cut the shit Michael! Why did you care so much I was self harming? Why Mikey? What was the big deal? I get it's so bad but why were you so fucking focused on making me tell him!" I scream and the anger surges through my body.

"Because I was too and I didn't want him to find out about me!" He screams and immediately puts a hand over his mouth.

"What." I whisper and take a step back. He starts breathing heavily and shakes his head.

"I didn't mean that. That's not true." The tone of his voice tells me it was more than true.

"Mikey?" I whisper and step forward to try and put a hand on his arm.

"Don't! I don't deserve your pity!" He screams and I feel my heart breaking.

"Michael you can't d-"

"Leave me alone. I don't deserve this." Why is he pushing me away?

"Michael look at me!" I scream but he looks at Calum.

"He deserves better than us." He whispers and finally looks at me. "Ge deserves people who will care about him."

"Michael, what are you talking about? We care about him. Of course we do." I ask and shake my head.

"No, we were selfish. I am selfish."

"Michael!" I yell and I feel the tears stream down my cheek and feel my throat tighten and start to dry.

"He... He trusted us and we let him down." He whispers and starts to step back. "We let him down." He repeats and steps out the door. "I let him down." He says and runs out of the room. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm running after him. I get down the stairs and outside when he's almost one hundred metres away.

"Michael!" I scream but he keeps running. And so do I. I keep running when my knee is hurting so bad I wish I could drop dead. I keep running when I can't even see him anymore and don't know where he is. Because that's all I ever do. I run. I run from my problems and my friends and my family. Maybe Mikey was right and Calum did deserve better.

Eventually I stopped running. Eventually I gave up on him. Eventually I stopped fighting for him and I sat down on the cold concrete sidewalk of a neighbourhood I don't know and I cried. I cried until Niall and Scarlette found me and carried me into the car. And I cried all the way home and when Niall put me in my bed and lied down next to me and let me cry into his shirt. I cried until I had no energy or tears left and I fell asleep.