Idiot//Michael Clifford

Part 1

Heidi's POV

"Please! Heidi! Don't leave!" My now ex boyfriend begged.

"Too late, Cameron." I spoke blandly "Should've thought of that before you slept with that cheerleader." I turned away from him, heading towards the front door.

"Heidi p-" he began, he was so close to tears by this point.

"NO!" I turned to face him, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "Don't say it was a mistake, because it wasn't. I saw you, I saw the way you looked at her, Cameron. You have never looked at me like that. You have never even told me you loved me!"

"I can explain! Just li-" his voice full of fear.

"Explain what, Cameron?" I scoffed, "you can explain how you were with that girl our whole relationship and you didn't want me to find out because you know suicide would be my answer?" A lump formed in my throat and the tears streamed down my face. "Save your bullshit, I don't wanna hear it." And at that, I left.

I was livid. Tears flooding from my eyes and down my cheeks. I watched as a few tears slipped from his eyes turning around and running out the door.

As I left I heard smashing and screaming. I knew he was angry. Maybe next time he would think of the consequences of his stupidity. I stood in the elevator waiting to go 7 floors down, praying no one got in here with me.

I saw myself in the mirror. The ugly wreck I am. The reason Cameron never even loved me. Standing awkwardly in my black nirvana t-shirt, skinny jeans and vans. My long ombré hair is everywhere, and my face blotchy and makeup stained. I could see now my bracelets were unable to hide the multiple deep scars running across my wrists.

Cameron knew. He was someone I thought I could trust. Does he know how much harder and worse things are going to get now?

I got out of the elevator and walked outside the apartment building. Pulling my phone out of my pocket to see the time was only 17.33pm. I needed to get out of here. I have no one else except,

Michael.

I dialled his number and the phone rang for a while. He eventually picked up, his voice deep and raspy like he'd just woke up.

"Hey Michael it's Heidi.." I began, trying not to let my voice break.

"Yea, Heidi. I know I have your number.."he replied with a small chuckle.

I didn't reply. "Heidi, what is it?" He asked more serious this time. "Dammit, Heidi, what's up? Is everything okay?"

I physically couldn't reply, I was speechless. Michael is my best friend yet I can't even get my words out to him.

Just then,I broke down. I started crying, sobbing louder each time. "P-p-pic-pick me up p-please." I managed to choke out in between cried.

"I'll be there in 5. Stay strong beautiful!" He ended the call and like that he was gone.

Shit, I haven't even told Michael.

I tried to cover up my arms as I saw his car pull up in front of me. I got in to see Michaels eyes were red and puffy.

Had Michael been crying? Because I was?

He stared at me, his mouth slightly open. "Hei-" he finally spoke.

"Just drive." I replied using every ounce of my courage not to burst out crying again.

Without questioning, Michael obeyed and drove to his apartment building 4 blocks away.

Taking slow, deep breaths , my head pounding. I need to tell Michael, and soon, I can't keep this from him forever. He will see my scars sooner or later.

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Michael's POV

I ended the call and ran straight out, down the elevator and sprinted to my car. My eyes now full of tears. My best friend of 17 years calls me up from a nap crying her eyes out. How can I not be worried.

My head spinning with thoughts as I drove 4 blocks to pick her up. I saw her stood outside, her awkward self fiddling with bracelets on both her arms.

She got in, I was hoping she couldn't tell I've been crying. "Hei-" I was cut off by her.

"Just drive." She said simply. Her voice sounded choked up. Even with a blotchy, makeup stained face, she still looked beautiful. I didn't poke at the situation, I know it would just get worse.

The drive to my apartment building took longer than usual, so much awkwardness lingering throughout the car it was physically painful.

When we got out the car, I noticed her eyes were all glossy from tears and she was about to cry again. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders kissing the very top of her head as she buried her face into my chest, eventually wrapping her arms around my waist.

We stood there for a while, neither of us wanting to move. Until I finally pulled away, I could feel the stares of some by-passers seriously start to burn through me.

"Hey," I whispered, "it's getting kinda chilly out here. Shall we go up to my apartment and talk there?" I put my finger under her chin tilting her head slightly forcing her to face me.

The look of her shattered my heart. Her innocent face, she looked so broken, so destroyed.

She just nodded and sniffed a little as we went into the apartment building.

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A/N: Heyyyyy. I know this isn't very long and I know it isn't very good but it does get better, I promise.

Don't give up on me yet!:) xoxo