DM's || Michael Clifford (Completed)

26. Opportunity.

You burst into tears and the nurse tried to comfort you.

"I-is Michael here?" You stuttered, trying to regain yourself. The nurse nodded.

"He is, but he won't come in." She told you, making you cry more.

"Hey, please don't cry anymore. I'll try and talk to him." She smiled but you shook your head.

"I'll go to him." You told her as you pulled the bed sheet off your body. You winced as you got out of bed.

"Don't push yourself too hard." The nurse said as she helped you up. "I'll help you."

"Thank you." The nurse escorted you out of the room and you could see Michael sitting with his head in his hands a little way down the corridor. You slowly walked down to where Michael was and sat next to him. The nurse smiled at you.

"Just call if you need any thing." She said before she walked away. Michael didn't move from his position but you knew that he knew you were there.

"I'm sorry." You apologised as your voice broke.

"Did you know?" He asked, ignoring your apology.

"Did I know what?" You asked.

"Don't play dumb y/n," he said aggressively as he finally looked up at you. His tear stained cheeks were flushed pink and his eyes were tired. "Did you know you were pregnant?"

"I didn't know." You admitted, and you weren't lying. You didn't have a clue. Michael didn't answer.

"Michael, I-" you began, but he cut you off.

"I can't do this, y/n," he admitted making you want to cry again.

"What?" You asked, you thought you knew what he was about to do, but you were hoping that he wasn't going to leave you.

"We're done, y/n. I can't take this." He told you as he stood up. You reached out and touched his hand as the tears finally fell.

"You can't take this?" You asked, completely confused as to why he was saying all of this. You needed him, now more than ever. "Is this what you do? When things get tough, you just pack up your bags and leave?"

He looked down at you and nodded.

"But what about me?" You asked, "you're just going to leave me?"

Michael looked away.

"I'm sorry," he stated before he began to walk away. "But, I'm done."

You stood up, as you watched him leave. You couldn't go after him. The nurse from before came down the corridor and put her hand on your arm.

"Y/n," she said softly. "We need to get you back into bed. You need your rest."
You let the nurse help you back into bed. You took out your phone and rang your dad.

"Y/n, how's my beautiful girl?" He asked, but that just set you off. You began to cry down the phone to your dad. You told him everything, from Maria, to Harry, to the miscarriage and Michael leaving you. You wanted to go home, back to London. You missed your family, and you knew Elliot needed you right now. Your dad was understanding, you thought he would shout at you for not using protection, but every single time you had sex with Michael after the first time, you used protection. You were careful, but you didn't think one time forgetting could result in this. And what scared you the most was the fact that you had a little baby growing inside of you, and you didn't even know. You didn't know until it was too late.

Your dad said he was going to book you a plane ticket so you could go home, but you had to get better. The nurse said you were doing well and you could leave when ever you wanted to. But you didn't know where you could go. It wasn't like you could go back to Michaels. You told your dad to book you a ticket for later, you were going to pick up your stuff and Frankie from Michaels and go straight home. You couldn't continue with the tour. Everything was just crumbling and you didn't know what to do. You got a text from Michael, you were hoping that he'd realised what a prick he was being but it said that your stuff was at Luke's. Looks like he couldn't face you. Luke told you he'd pick you up from the hospital.

You waited outside the hospital, you were cold and fed up. When Luke finally pulled up you noticed he had Frankie in the back, so he must have all your stuff too. You got into the front and you didn't know what to say. It was awkward.

"Where am I taking you?" He asked, his voice monotone, making you cringe.

"To the airport, please Luke," you told him and you got no reply, he drove you to the airport, it was only a 30 minutes drive but you found yourself itching for it to be over.

"Y/n," Luke began, breaking the silence after 15 minutes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's not your fault." You told him, sinking in your seat slightly.

"No I know, but none of this should have happened." He explained, making you want to cry.

"Everything has just fucked up.. I get pregnant and don't know for months on end until it's too late, Elliot gets a brain tumour just like Seb and now Michaels left me, he says that he can't take it. But I don't know what he has to take." You admitted, you were angry with him. How could he do this?

"Elliot's got a Brian tumour?" Luke asked, shock washing over him.

"Yeah, he told me today." You told him. He didn't answer for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop. Just stop saying that. Michael said he was sorry, but he wasn't was he? If he was sorry then he wouldn't do this." You snapped, making Luke jump.

"But I'm not Michael, y/n." Luke stated, "and I really am sorry." He stopped outside the airport.

"Goodbye Luke." You said as you got out. You took Frankie from the back of the car and put him outside, making sure you kept a tight hold on the lead. Before you shut the door you leaned back into the car, you were determined not to let another tear escape.

"Tell Michael, that I will always love him. No matter what. I guess some things weren't meant to be." You said before you closed the car door. You went over to the boot and opened it. You pulled out your suitcase and closed the boot. You watched as Luke drove away before you headed into the airport. You could feel your phone vibrating the whole flight. But when you checked it was your twitter, and you couldn't face the pubic right now.

When you got off the plane you went and waited for your stuff and got Frankie before waiting outside the airport for your dad. When he pulled up you felt down, but happy. You were so happy to see him, but yet you already missed the adventures you had on tour. You put your things in the car and got in.

"Hey dad."

"How are you feeling munchkin?" He asked, the concern in his voice making you cringe.

"I just want everything to be over. And I want some sleep." You told him, you had to keep it simple.

"Didn't you get any sleep on the plane?" Your dad asked. Before you could answer your phone began to ring.
You didn't even look at the screen, you just answered it

"Hello?"

"Hey, is this y/n y/l/n?"

"It is."

"I'm Taylor Swift, I've heard you sing and I wondered if you'd like to write a song with me."