groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• twenty - four •

this is a realllyyyyyy action packed chapter btw guys.

DOUBLE UPDATE UR WHALE CUM 🐳

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"Okay I'll be back later tonight." Michael kissed me sweetly on the lips before waving a goodbye and leaving me alone in my empty apartment. I wish Lucy stayed here more often, she practically lives over at the guys house.

I wandered around the house for a bit, cleaning up the basically spotless apartment. I was so bored I even dusted off ever inch of the television set. Literally no life.

It was 11:34pm and I was getting pretty tired waiting up for Michael. I walked into my room, leaving the door unlocked, in case Michael came back when I was asleep. I changed into a tshirt, leaving my pants off. I switched the light off and laid in bed, slowly dozing off.

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there was a slight movement in the bed, making me wake up slightly. I turned to my left, facing the movement, but not opening my eyes. it was probably Michael anyways.

I was almost back to sleep when a cold metal feeling touched my hip bone. I opened my eyes, but not seeing anything due to the dark room.

"Michael?" I asked groggily. I squinted my eyes, but couldn't see anything still. No answer.

"Michael what the hell are you doing?" I moved my hand to the cold metal that was against my skin, realizing that it was a knife.

"Michael..." I said one last time, having an overwhelming feeling of terror wash over me.

"Not Michael." The stranger said, making tears quickly spill out of my eyes. I recognized the voice.

Andrew.

"Andrew, please don't hurt me." I cried, trying to grab the knife out of his hand.

"Hmm." he hummed. His body moved over me and switched off the lamp. He was covered in blood, making my bedsheets a dark red. I wanted to scream, but I knew screaming would only piss him off more than he probably already was.

He leaned closed to me, kissing my lips. I felt dirty and disgusting. I had a boyfriend, and Andrew was kissing me.

"Why is there blood on you?" I asked as calm as possible. He fiddled with the hem of my shirt, the blade still pressed against me.

"Oh this stuff?" he rubbed the liquid further into his grey clothes, "just your cute little boyfriends." He raised and dropped his shoulders.

No way.

Andrew did not hurt Michael.

A feeling of sadness and anger rushed through my veins, blindsiding the terror that was already there.

"Did you..." I asked, choking on my own words. My tears soaked the top of my shirt.

"Kill him?" He asked, raising my shirt up, "of course." he smiled devilishly at me. I felt my body go numb.

Michael was not gone.

but on the other side of my brain

Michael was gone.

I started to cry hysterically, moving my limbs, trying to get away.

I felt the knife slice across my skin making me cry out in pain. He placed the knife on the other side of me, making another wound. I started to scream, hoping the neighbors, or just anyone to hear me.

"Stop! Please!" I screamed, kicking him.

He put the knife to my throat and smirked, "You should've listened b-"

Andrew was flown across the room. It was all a blur, Andrew got back up to go after someone that I soon realized was Michael.

I felt the inside of me go off, Michael was alive. i saw the knife fly across the room and fall on the floor. Michael jumped on top of andrew, beating his face in. Next thing you know, Lucy, Calum, Ashton, and Luke all ran inside. Calum ran after Michael and Lucy ran after me. Lucy covered her mouth as she saw my wounds and the blood soaked sheets.

I heard Michael let out a loud yell, making me turn my head towards him. Ashton had his legs wrapped around Michael upper half and luke and calum were staring at Andrew who was clearly unconscious.

"Fucking dick!" Michael yelled trying to scramble out of Ashton grip.

"Michael!" I yelled, he faced me and his eyes softened. He stopped moving, ashton let him go, letting him run after me. His hands started to shake as he saw the marks on my skin.

"We need to get you to the hospital." He said, shaking.

"I called the cops already." Luke said, making Michael nod his head.

"Did he do this to you?" Michael asked, staring at me intently. I nodded slowly, making Michael start to fume again. he walked towards Andrew and kicked him... hard.

"Michael that's enough!" calum said, pushing Michael away. Ashton stood up and placed a hand on Michaels chest.

Sirens were heard outside of the apartment and I glanced at Michael who looked like he was crying.

"Everyone out your hands in the air!" cops rushed through the door, pointing guns at everyone.

Everyone raised their hands, including me, even though I was trying to stop the bleeding on my hips.

While everything was happening, one question was running through my mind.

If michaels here and unwounded, who's blood was on Andrew?