Whatever You Say || 5sos, michael clifford

CHAPTER SIX SORRY ITS BEEN FOREVER i hope someone is still reading this

Date: I've been informed by ashton that it is in fact November 16th...

My eyes squint and scan the room slowly, and I can't see ashton. He probably left to sleep or something, he was here so late the other day. I can tell he's upset; it's like he feels guilty or something. I can't remember anything from before a few days ago, and Michael hasn't spoken to me since I got here.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid to read the beginning of this journal. The lack of memory and knowledge scares me in so many ways. It's like I'm being handed all of this knowledge and I'm told that it's true, I just have to accept it even though I can't remember it. For some reason, I feel a strong tug in my gut telling me to talk to Michael again. He is one thing at least which anchors me. I connect him with a feeling of familiarity- his name feels safe, secure to me.

I clear my throat and sit up a little, trying to see through the white curtain that separates me from the room beside mine. My stomach is a battleground, conflicting emotions warring inside of me, and I suck in a breath to gather some courage. "M-michael?" My voice is horse and quiet. At first there's no response, and then I watch the curtain slowly fold back to reveal his confused and tired eyes.

"Yeah?" His voice is guarded, strained. I swallow nervously. "Can you help me?" He sits up slowly, pulling the curtain back further. He ruffles his hair gently and then trails one hand down the side of his face. "God Elia" he groans under his breath. "Why do you want me to help you? Can't you ask your boyfriend to do it?" I stare at him, but he won't make eye contact with me. He's angry, but why?

"Please? I want to remember."
Now his eyes meet my own and his mouth sets into a line. "Fine." A smile inches shyly across my face.
He cautiously stands up, adjusting his leg, and limps over to my bed. He sits down and takes my journal from my hands. I feel a jolt of nerves when he does this, and shift so that I can read over his shoulder. At first, there are printed pages from an email screen. We read them in silence and he looks back at me to see if I'm done.
When I first see what I've written about him my face starts to burn. And then, I remember. I remember everything. We read until yesterday's entry and he shuts the book. Slowly, he turns his head to look at me and catches a tear that I didn't know I released. "I remember everything" I say. We are so close now, and his eyes are locked to mine. "You were coming to see me when you crashed, weren't you" He whispers. I nod, and then he's closed the distance and we're kissing.
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I'll post more if over 7 people read this bc no one likes this book so far (except me) :(