Prologue

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I could start this off by saying how happy and amazed I am at his success, and how everything he's done has been amazing. On the other hand I can tell you each and every detail that leads to this conflict me and Mike, as I call him, have to be faced with. I don't know where it went wrong and I don't know how he managed to pull it off. So I'm sat in front of him, casually waiting for him to start talking because lord knows I didn't do shit to him.

"Chas are you even listening?" I face toward him and nod slowly. Anything at this point can go wrong and I don't want that.

"Yes of course I am. What did you need?" he rolls his eyes and scoffs at my question? I honestly don't know at this moment.

He doesn't talk, so I stare back out the window in which we are sitting next too. London is quite gloomy right now, lots of people out and about their days though. Michael taps his fingers on the table waiting for something to happen. Like I said I don't know what happend, why he couldn't do something differently or why I couldn't do something differently.

"You know it's not all my fault right?" he looks almost weak. He has that look on his face that seems like he's been sick with the flu for a couple of weeks.

"Honestly Mike I don't know what's going to happen, I don't know what you want from me or what you want me to say." I give him a sad smile because Michael isn't like most people. He hides behind his smile, he enjoys what he does and that's what led us here.

My phone vibrates and makes a annoying ringing noise and I look at my screen 'Hemms' is what it says. I look at Michael and just ignore the ringing. He smiles and takes a sip of the drink he has in front of him. We have been sitting at this cafe for about half an hour now and we haven't fixed whatever it is he needs to fix. I see him being hesitant on getting up and I almost pray that he's ready to leave and doesn't have the guts to talk about whatever it was that's bothering him.

"Umm I got a text from Ash... he says he needs the band together, I'll call you later yeah?" he's gotten up now and putting his coat back on. He's wearing a scarf I gave him a Christmas ago. I nod up at him and he gives me a small smile.

"Im about ready to leave too Mike" I grab my coat and bag and stand with him "be careful and wear your beanie it's cold out." we walk out the door and he turns to me with a smile. He's about to walk away but brings me in for a hug. His presence makes me warm up a bit and I'm glad my flat isn't too far.

Michael gives my cheek a quick peck and starts walking towards his flat. I don't start moving until I can't see him anymore. The world is a bad place for a guy like Michael. His fans adore him and that's what keeps him going. It's only Winter, it always feels like Winter, and that will never change.

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