Catfish - Michael Clifford

Chapter Twenty Nine

A/N: I apologise on the off chance that Michael reads this haha, I'm sure his mums a lovely woman, but for the purposes of the story she kinda has to be a bitch. Sorryyyy Also new front cover because why not? <3

"Foods ready." They heard Michaels mum shout from the kitchen.

They giggled and jumped up out of the bed, Michael grabbed a towel from the pile at the bottom of his wardrobe, and cleaned up before throwing it at Ivy with a childish smile on his face. 

"Real mature Clifford." She joked. 

They got dressed as quick as they could, and walked out the door into the dining room where his mum was. 

"Looks good Mrs Clifford." Ivy told her, trying to be friendly with her. 

"Thanks." She muttered back. 

Ivy had to admit the food was pretty good and there was lots of it. She supposed there had to be, she had to feed Michael, and thats a huge task. Ivy had worked this out already, he'd manage to constantly eat Ivy and Nova out of house and home. They finished the rest of the meal in silence, with Michael eating about 3 times as much as them.

"I'll do the dishes." Ivy offered, as Michaels mum stood up and picked up the plates. 

"Okay, saves me a job I guess." She replied and walked off into the living room. 

"Come help me please?" She asked Michael.

"Nah, I'll just watch you." Michael laughed.

"Please Mikey?" She asked sweetly, before pushing her bottom lip out trying to mock being sad.

"I hate you." He replied, starting to pick up the trays. 

"Yay, you can wrap the leftovers up and put them in the fridge?" She asked him.

When he nodded, she turned around and began filling the sink. She heard Michael go into a draw and start pulling at tinfoil before turning around to see him sitting back down on the chair, and eating the rest of the chicken from the tray.

"How are you not fat?" She joked. 

"Cause I'm punk rock. I rock out so hard that I just burn it all off." 

She was trying to think of a funny response, but was interrupted by Michaels phone ringing.

"We can go see Ashton now, he's out of surgery!" Michael excitedly told her once he'd hung up the phone.

"Thats good news." Michaels mum told him, as she appeared at the kitchen doorway. "How about you go ahead. I want to apologise to Ivy for my rudeness." 

"Um, okay. I'll go and then send the car back for you." He told Ivy, ignoring the look she gave him trying to get him not to agree. 

Michael quickly phoned each of the other boys to sort out the car picking them all up, rather than all going seperately. Once it was all sorted and the car was waiting outside, he gave Ivy a quick kiss before heading out of the door. 

"I just need to make a quick phone call." MIchaels mum announced, before heading out into the back garden. 

Ivy sat down on the sofa and looked around at the walls. There were a few family photos scattered around them. She had to admit, she liked seeing the photos of Michael when he was younger. She noticed a couple of baby photos in one of the frames, and her smile faded a little. She was brought back to thoughts of what could have been. Would the baby of looked more like him or her? She snapped out of it when Mrs Clifford came back through from the back garden.She sat down and let out a deep sigh. 

"Yeah, so I'm sorry. I just want what I think's best for my son. You could say I'm overprotective. I just want him to have the best in life."

"Okay." Was all Ivy could manage. 

Mrs Clifford started doing something on her phone, so the two women sat in complete silence. After what felt like an eternity to Ivy, there was finally the beep of a car horn from outside, and she couldn't move fast enough. Muttering a quick goodbye, she grabbed her bag and got into the car. 

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Ivy got out of the car, and thanked the driver before heading to the main reception. 

"Hi, I'm here to see Ashton Irwin." She told the lady at the front desk. 

"Isn't everyone." She said, gesturing to a large gathering of paparazi and people Ivy assumed were fan, all being stopped by security. 

"I'm his friend." 

"Sure you are. Name and ID? I'll check if you are on the visitor list." 

"Ivy Pearce." She told her, pulling her ID card from her purse and passing it to the woman. 

"Nice try. You aren't on the list."

"But.. I'm Michaels girlfriend." She probably shouldn't have said it, but she didn't know what else to say. She just wanted to be with him. 

"Sure, and I'm married to Hugh Jackman." She started. "Your lie would be more convincing if his girlfriend hadn't already gone in."

"That's not possible, I'm his girlfiend."

"If you don't leave, I'll get security over here to escort you away."

Ivy took her ID back from the lady and pulled her phone out, only to find she had no signal. She walked back outside trying to find signal. Finally she found a bar of signal and tried to ring Mikey, only to reach his answerphone. Why was this happening? She could only think that a fan had convinced her that she was his girlfriend, but that still didn't explain why she wasn't on the list.

"Fuck." She muttered. 

Ivy saw a bench outside the hospital, and decided to sit down. She didn't know what else to do. She felt defeated and had no options other than to sit here. Michaels house probably wasnt that far away, but she had absolutely no idea how to get there, and the driver was long gone. She just had to hope that someone she recognised came out soon. 

She didn't know how long she'd been out there, when she finally she saw Michaels red hair and beautiful face coming through the side door to the right of her. Unfortunately there was something not so nice with her arm wrapped in Michaels. 

Rebecca.