DM's || Michael Clifford (Completed)

3. Skype.

A/N- hi,
Y/S/N- Your Skype Name.
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As you explained why you hit that boy to your brothers and your dad, you began to felt proud that you did hit him. Because how dare he? Just because he and his little group of lazy frogs didn't put the effort in to write a serious song, they wrote one about sex and bitches, they even beeped their swear words out. Doesn't mean that you can't do it right. And for him to basically attack you like that? He did push you first.

"Woah, they won't be messing with you again." Sebastian commented, making you laugh.

"What's his name? I'm going to kill him!" Elliot almost shouted.

"Elliot, calm down. I think y/n's proved that she can handle herself." Your dad defended you, making you smile.

"But y/n, i am disappointed that you had to use violence." He said as your smile faded.

"I'd rather you'd be angry then disappointed." You whispered before looking out the window and saying nothing more. When you arrived at your house you went straight to your bedroom and laid on your bed. After about half an hour you heard your door open. You sat up and saw Frankie walking into your room.

"Frankie? How'd you get up here?" You asked him, then you looked back at your door because Sebastian walked in.

"Y/n." He stated.

"Seb." You stated.

"Don't listen to dad alright? You did what you had to do, I know how much music means to you and I couldn't be more proud." He told you, you were very surprised. Since when did he get so soppy?

"Uh thanks?" You asked, you didn't know what to do, it's never been this awkward.

"You're welcome, anyway, I thought you needed some cheering up so I brought Frankie up here." He said as he walked towards the door.

"Thanks bro." You thanked him, as Frankie jumped onto your bed.

"No problem" he stated as he left. You smiled as he popped his head back round the door frame. "Oh and if you tell Elliot about this, I'll kick your arse." He laughed. You nodded, no doubt he would.

You got up and closed your door before picking up your laptop from your desk and walking back to sit on your bed. You sat crossed legged with your laptop in front of you as Frankie crawled into your lap and fell asleep while you logged into twitter. You messaged Michael.

Y/T/N
I'm home Mikey, tell me what you had in mind

He didn't reply but about an hour later you got a phone call from an unknown number. You expected it to be Michael.

"Hello?" You greeted.

"Hello who is this?" A boy with an Australian accent asked. It sounded like Ashton.

"You rang me, shouldn't I be asking you that question?" You asked, laughing slightly.

"This isn't funny. Tell me who this is." Ashton demanded.

"Michael doesn't want you to know, Ashton." You told him, the line went quiet for a moment.

"I know, but we need to know." He told you.

"Take it up with him, I don't want to go behind his back. Sorry." You said and you heard voices on the other end.

"Ask her what her intentions are?" Someone asked. But before anyone could actually ask you, you answered.

"I'm sorry but if you just think that I'm going to be using Michael or something, Then I'm going to go, because Michaels a good person. He's a friend, alright? I'm not going to take advantage of him." You told them, you were kind of pissed off with them. You heard a door shut on the other end and you heard a familiar voice.