groupie - michael clifford u.s.

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michaels pov-

Getting a call from Gwen made me think harder about what I was going to do. No matter how bad it hurt either of us.

I'm not falling for anyone.

I can't. It too risky. I fell for someone right before the band really started and it fucking sucked getting over her.

I don't want to get hurt again.

I was currently driving over to Gwen and Lucy's place, trying to think of a way to tell Gwen that I wanted to be friends and nothing more.

The thing with Amanda and the text, was ridiculous. I know she didn't mean no harm but she overreacted.

I'm such a dick.

I used girls constantly for sex and that was my first intention with Gwen until I got to know her more.

I started falling for her.

I know I'll end up hurting her and I'll get hurt in the end too. So why take the risk?

Because you don't want to be alone forever

Shut up subconscious I don't need your shit right now.

Am I talking to myself?

Yes.

Okay thanks.

I finally got to Gwen and Lucy's apartment after what felt like hours of driving to think what to say to her.

I went into my normal parking spot, next to Lucy's vehicle. I took the keys out of the car, running my hands over my face.

This was going to be difficult.

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I walked inside of the apartment, not knocking, simply because I've gotten used to not ever knocking.

Lucy pointed to Gwens bedroom, signaling that she was in there. I nodded, taking slow steps towards the door.

I knocked softly before opening the door, Gwen locked her eyes on me as soon as I stepped inside.

"Hey." I softly smiled, closing the door behind me. She patted the spot next to her and I took a seat.

"We need to talk." I said, looking down at the floor. Gwen nodded her head, "yeah. We need to talk." She repeated my words, staring at her fiddling fingers.

"Gwen, I know you meant no harm for what happened last week. I understand you're sorry, I forgive you. It's not that big of a deal anymore, it's something in the past. Maybe we should just be friends. I know that if we keep continuing to cuddle and all that fluff, then we'll grow to like each other, and eventually fall in love. But I don't think that's the right thing to do. Falling in love is taking a risk, and I'm in the middle of my career right now. I'm not dissing you in anyway because trust me you're a gorgeous girl, and you're amazing, but I don't want anything serious right now. I don't want you to fall for me, and me end up hurting because being in a band, means touring, a lot. It's going to make a lot of things complicated if we end up falling for each other. So, let's be friends." I smiled briefly at the end of what I had to say. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second before reopening them.

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. I could tell she was faking it. But I couldn't really do anything about because I was afraid.

"You're right." She said, her voice cracking just a little bit. She cleared her throat, trying not to cry.

What have a done.

She stood up and extended her arm. I stood up also, taking her hand, shaking briefly.

"Alright. Well bye, friend." She took her hand away and tucked her hand back into your shorts pocket.

Yeah, friend.

It hurt to hear that honestly.

"Wel I'm going to get going, me and the boys are writing songs today. I'll text you." I smiled, even though it was completely fake. I waved a goodbye before leaving the apartment.

Once I was safely in my car, my fist connected with the steering wheel.

What did I just do?