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Arias

*2014 at the ARIAS*

edited by ruth/rufliane

Michael's POV

Straightening out my jacket, I begin to get ready to leave the car. It's a damn amazing car too-a sleek, sexy black Hummer- which is why I'm wearing good shoes, so I don't, y'know, mess up the interior or whatever.
My stomach is filled with nervous butterflies-cliché, I know, but my life is like that. Of course it's not as bad as the first time we walked into a recording studio, or the first time we had a real gig with real, proper fans and not fellow students or family members in the audience. Then, my knees and legs trembled and I couldn't speak- and I was almost sick but Calum gave me a death stare (reminiscent of that time I spewed on the school floor-that's for another time) so I held it back.
'Now, remember Michael. Absolutely zero swearing.' Luke warns me. Fuck's sake, he knows what I'm like. I know what he's like, he's not exactly Mr Pure himself. I suppose it's just for media's sake-I can do that. As long as it's only a few hours.
'Yeah...yeah...whatever, dude.' I wave him off and his face falls, obviously stung by his failure as a mother. But we're all way too excited to remain unhappy for long-and heed Luke's rules he breaks himself.
This is fucking awesome. We're at the bloody ARIAS and no one's kicking us out.
We belong here.
Holy shit, there's a lot of bastards about.

Since the tour with the fabulous Hot Chelle Rae, I guess you could say we've had a bit of success. Okay, 'a bit' is coming on a bit too modest. But seriously, we've only toured with One Direction, yes, the One Direction-not once but twice! Our single 'She Looks So Perfect went number one seemingly out of the blue. It took Australia first, and just like the Domino Theory we learnt about in History a bloody long time ago (I knew that would come in handy some day), other countries fell victim to it and we swept the world.
We released an album and now, here we are at the ARIAS-nominated for 'Best Group', 'Best Pop Release' and 'Breakthrough Artist', and in addition to that we're performing our single which should be great. Get the crowd stomping and cheering, garner their affections, easy peasy. I love it.
I just wish Jess were here to see it.

Jess's P.O.V

'Please come with me!' my best friend Skye begs. She latches onto my arm and pulls me onto the sofa.
Dear Skye is so determined for me to go to the ARIAS with her since she's got tickets (slipped to us by one of her many lowkey high-profile hookups) but I refuse to go since He Who Shall Not Be Named (my ex, not Voldemort) will be there and I really don't want to see him.
She's so determined she drove over to my house and threatened to stab me with her wing mirror if I didn't obey.
But I really can't face it. They've hit it big all over the globe. I thought it was just a one-week stint, a hit that fizzled into nothing, but apparently they're a huge thing now. They pop up on all my social media feeds and I now avoid the radio at all costs (apart from Radio 4 and Classic.fm - that's all I can bear). I must admit that I did search on YouTube for a video containing all of his solos and though I'm still awfully bitter about it, I can't actually go to sleep without listening to the video at least once.
'Please, please, please , please!' Skye groans.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, I snap. I've had enough of the word 'please' that even any sadomasochist would reconsider their morality.
'If I say yes, will you shut up?!'
She blinks for a second, and then lets out a gigantic squeal of joy. She hugs me, and then grabs her stuff and flings herself in the bathroom-to get ready, I suppose. Not that she needs much doing, she's literally flirt material already.
I'm starting to regret my decision. He'll definitely be there. I know it, along with the other boys.
Even if I conveniently slip away during the awards ceremony and their performance (which Skye has not stopped blabbering about-'Did you know? They're performing at the ARIAS!' at least seven times a day), and even if I manage to avoid Him, I'll most likely bump into one of the boys.
And if I bump into one of the boys, they'll ask me how I'm doing, and then if we start talking He's bound to come over. Oh Jesus.
Can I just throw myself off the roof and get him and all of this drama out of my life, like, now, please?
I sigh. Skye would be furious and would probably perform frantic CPR on me (even if my ribs were broken-she wasn't the best at the training course) if I fell off the roof accidentally on purpose.
I slip into my room, changing into a flowery skirt and a peachy pink sweater. I decide not to style my hair-I don't have the time or the energy for it, so I leave my brown hair hanging loosely down my shoulder and back. I look in my mirror. My eyes are naturally blue, but they turn grey in winter, which it is. I leave my eyes makeup free-I honestly don't care about what I look like. After putting on some black tights and heels, Skye and I head off to go to the ARIAS.
A tiny knot of anxiety forms in my stomach. What if I do see him? What if he wants to talk? What if he's not the same person as before?
What do I do?

Here Skye and I are at the Arias sure for most 18 year old girls this would be a dream come true but not me, not when my ex boyfriend will on stage with his bandmates. When Michael and I dated he was sweet, caring and funny he would always put me first. According to the news articles I've read and some of the fans post he's not had a girlfriend but a lot of one nightstands, he's rude, offensive, tactless and doesn't have time for fans. What kind of person is that? Doesn't even have time for the people who got him where he is.

You don't need him. You don't miss him. You will not look for him. Is what I thought as I looked around the room for Michael or any of the others, I just need to see him once more to make sure, to know us separating was for the best because I don't think it was. Once I see he's happy I'll be happy.

Skye grabs my hand dragging me over to her boyfriend Harry Styles. Yes I know it must be so amazing been friends with him, and your best friend dating him, Blah...Blah...Blah...Heard it all before about 50 fucking million times. Not to seem rude or anything but I do get kind of sick of it. 'hey..sweetie' Harry says to Skye kissing her 'you look beautiful' he whispers in her ear. ''Eww...Cringe..'' I say making gagging noises it's weird to think I used to be like that with Michael. Skye rolls her eyes at me. 'ignore her, she's just jealous' Harry says then kisses my cheek 'so jeaulous' I reply sarcastially wiping of his kiss. Harry pouts faking been offended. Harry and Skye walk of to go find their seats leaving me to stand alone before Zayn,Liam,Louis walk over to me. 'hey' Louis spoke 'didn't know you were coming,'

'Nice to see you though' Liam adds.

I nervously laugh I am unsure why maybe it's the prospect of seen ,Michael 'Why are you been so fucking formal?. '

'I'd recognise that voice anywhere' I hear a Irish voice pronounce, Niall strides over to me engulfing me in a hug.

'umm...Niall Mate' Shit, I know that voice it's Luke. Niall realases me and I instanly cast my eyes down to my boots instantly feeling awkard and anxious. I pull the sleeves of my balck jacket over my hands and paly with my fingers a nervous habit I picked up over the years. I wonder if he's seen me. I'm so lost in my thought that I don't even realise he's left and walked away until Niall grabs me to go find my seat which is near none of my friends obviously, just my luck right.

Michael's P.O.V

Smiling at the many cameras surrounding the boys and I. I fake a smile at the cameras no one will know the difference. I wonder what Jess is doing tonight will she come with Skye. We're lead into the room where the award ceremony will be held. I walk in immediately feeling out of place surrounded by people who don't know us and haven't got a clue what we've been through to get here. Jess always said 'everyone's full of shit and needs to stop acting two faced and just accept they know nothing about what we've been through and where we've come from' I then countered that 'sometimes people don't let others close enough for others to learn about their past.'

I follow Calum and Luke with Ashton walking behind me. We stop to talk to Niall 'hey, lads you excited for tonight?' Niall's voice fills my ears. Smiling Ashton speaks for us all 'yeah very excited lots of fans here. Should be a good night' Niall excuse's himself and the others and I walk off to go find our seats. I look around as we walk down the stairs that lead to the stage looking up from my black boots I see her. I see Jess. She's with Skye talking to the One Direction boys. God she looks beautiful. She looks happy. I wonder if she's moved on..if she's found someone new...Is she happy? 'Mate quit staring you broke up with her remember' Ashton tells me leading us to our seats.

Fuck I screwed up why did I break up with her.

Jess's P.O.V

Once I've sat down in my chair. I look around noticing Michael and the other 5 seconds of summer boys a few meters away I instantly being to hope and pray none of them turn around.

I've been sat here peacefully, trying to resit the urge to stare at Michael and watch as his face lights up every time he smile. About halfway through the awards, Michael decides to turn around looking right in my direction he stares solemnly. I quickly get up and leave needing to get away from there. From him. 'Jess please, Jess wait' Michael calls after me.'let met explain'

'Explain what Michael!' I shout turning round.'explain how you tore me fucking part. Explain how it was so easy for you to give up on us.How you left me a broken mess. Michael I'm done sorry'

'Don't you love me' he sobs.

'Yes I love you so much more then words could even comprehend but sometimes when you love something you have to let it go' I walk away tears streaming down my face, and my make up. I send a quick text to Skye, 'gone home. Not feeling well.have a fun night.xx' I hate love.