I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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Bree;

They put a bet on us before they came over at the nightclub, Ashton's in love with me and I don't know what to do about any of this new information; I'm definitely upset about the bet, and I'm sure Sammy's going to be livid when or if I decide to actually tell her.

Why couldn't they have been honest at the beginning about the bet? They decide to wait a whole five and a half years, like why!

The whole situation about Ashton being in love with me, from the very beginning, surprised me and kind of made me a teensy bit uncomfortable because I've only ever looked at him as an older brother type of way. Yeah sure, I used to like him that way before I knew them, hell Sammy and I had nicknames for each other before we met them- Clifford and Irwin; because we loved them so much and we swerved into all the guys' lanes way back then, but I can't really picture anything going on. At all between Ash and I.

Yeah, he's loving, caring, generous, sweet as sugar, adorable, cute, hot as hell and everything, I just couldn't really picture me being with him; especially when I'm with, engaged to Michael and having his baby. It wouldn't work out, at all. The band would probably break up and never speak to each other ever again- okay, that's a bit overly dramatic but you get what I'm trying to say.

After I had left the cafe, I ended up getting a cab to drive me to the hotel. I was so tired and exhausted, I needed rest and sleep is my go-to when I'm stressing, especially when I don't need the stress.

I had texted Sammy to see if she wanted to get room service later and she agreed, saying that she and Declan will be at mine and Michael's room around 5, it's now 2:32 p.m. and the boys' show was at 7.

Once I'm in my room, I plop myself down on the bed, underneath the blankets and cuddle up next to a soft fluffy pillow; instantly falling asleep, dreaming about my baby.

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"Mommy, moooom, Mom! Wake up!" I slowly peel my eyes open and come face to face with Declan, "Food!"

He points over to the table and I turn my head and see Michael setting the table, I roll my eyes, remembering about the bet and our argument earlier.

"Hey..." He says, taking in the fact I'm awake now, "You hungry?"

I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes and get up, going to sit down and start eating. I'm sure Michael can feel the vibes I'm pushing off because he's shifting in his seat every ten seconds.

"Is there anything bugging you, babe?" He says, I look up at him with a blank stare- oof, If looks could kill.

"Ashton told me some stuff earlier, when I met up with him..." I start, he gives me a very known look- fear, but he's quick to change it to "confusion".

"Oh, and?" He says, taking a drink of his water.

"He told me about that little bet you guys made before we met." I say, "At the nightclub."

"That little shit." He mutters, my blood starts to boil.

"At least he told me!" I say angrily, "How long were you gonna wait to tell me? Or were you going to tell me at all?!"

By now I'm all up in his face, almost ready to slap him, and he was sitting there, not saying anything. Holy, this is pissing me off so much.

"Hello? I'm talking to you!" I push his forehead, making his head go back, "Or am I just talking to a wall now that I'm getting mad?!"

"Baby. Calm do-"

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down right now! You're one of the reasons I'm not calm!" I raised my voice more.