Satisfaction (irwin)

Chapter 2:Unheard Stories

The whole car journey was filled with mindless chatter but really my mind spun with how to tell Michael. I couldn't just come out with it other wise he'd be straight across the hall possibly breaking down a door and I couldn't let that happen. I also have to make myself as emotionally unattached to the event as possible so as not to cry. It's been a month I shouldn't want to cry over him.
For the last four weeks I have spent close to every minute of every day replaying every single time I sneaked from my room to his. That sounds a lot easier than what actually happened though. It was never a relationship, we were both very careful not to label it or tell anyone else. It was simply two people getting some pleasure without anything emotional. What a fucking cliché. It was unhealthy; it was stupid; it was fucked up but I loved every moment of it... while it was happening. The thrill of sneaking across the hotel floor or opening the door to his passionate kiss made me melt with excitement. Then as soon as he left or I was back laying in my own bed I would feel a rush of sadness. I cared so much about him and he was using me. He couldn't have known that my emotions had got in the way of our little agreement. A huge part of me thought that he'd kept coming back to me for a reason but it must just have been boredom. Well he managed to prove that wrong very easily.
"I think the boys said they'll be down in the lobby if you want to hang?" Michael smiled at me as we turned into an underground car park. It is probably the last thing I want to do right now but I can't say that. We're going to have to at least walk past them. Shit. I have to stay calm. I have to act like he can fuck whoever he likes and I don't care. But then I still have to tell Michael otherwise he won't leave me alone for a second. I'm not saying I'd mind spending all my time with him, it's just I need a little breathing room.
"Sure." I breathed the word still completely unsure. "Only for a bit though."
"I can't guarantee that." He laughed as we parked. "They missed you." This time I couldn't help but scoff. Yeah of course Ashton missed the 'bitch with the games." When that whore was wrapped around his legs saying those words I saw red. I played games. He was the one that played games and I was stuck playing them like a fool. I screamed at them both. I told them to go to hell and ran to my own room. I didn't think it could possibly hurt anymore until I realised I'd expected him to follow me; to beg for my forgiveness. No he probably carried on doing whatever the hell he was doing to that bitch without a thought to me, his old fuck buddy.
"I'll tell them you're tired." Michael frowned. I stretched myself out of the seat and started to walk towards the lift.
"I don't mind if you want to stay with them. I can go by myself." I spoke hoping he'd agree and I'd get out of telling him for another night. He looked at me skeptically.
"Nope. I think I'll come up with you."
Damn it.

The door of the lift opened and I took an intake of breath. Just five minutes then I can escape. A quick hug, a fake smile and then I won't have to see him for... twelve hours. I'm here for Michael and being friendly with his band mates is something I need to do.
"Special lounge." Michael whispered in my ear as he guided me towards a side door.
"Letting the wrong people in then." I forced a laugh and jogged ahead. He caught up with me just so he could hit me playfully. I twisted out of the way before he made contact and raised my hand in the air in triumph. Just as I reached the door, a hand swooped in and lifted me from the ground.
"Michael!" I squealed, trying to move out of his arms.
"You're staying right here." He booped my nose gently.
"Get a room." Another voice called from inside the room. I looked up to see Calum laughing hysterically.
"They already have one." Luke stated also chuckling. I ignored their comments and continued to look around the room. I finally saw him in the corner, with a stony expression and eyes fixed on me. What a surprise there isn't a girl curled up in his lap like he owns her. Tonight's slut must be running late or something.
"Adjoining rooms." Michael pointed out as he carried me over to Luke and Calum. Ashton kept his expression the same but watched us as we moved. I shifted in Michael's arms but he resisted my attempts to get down. Instead he glanced over at Ashton who averted his gaze from me. Not before Michael had a chance to see exactly what he was staring at.
"Um Jay's tired so I'm going to take her upstairs." There was a note of bewilderment in his voice as we turned around. Once we were back in the lift he set me down on my feet but did not say a word. When the doors dinged open on the 8th floor he strode out and down the corridor stopping at a room at the far end. I ran to catch up to him but I doubt he noticed. I should have told him when it first started. He's my best friend and I didn't tell him anything.
With sharp movements he slammed the door open. I shuffled in as it closed behind me.
"Ashton?" His voice came out raspy. "You and Ashton?"

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