groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• twenty - six •

"How long have you known Andrew?" The police man asked, tapping down on his paper. I started to get extremely aggravated. I wanted to see Michael and know why the fuck he was in jail when he was protecting me.

"Does it matter?" I questioned, rolling my eyes.

"Yes, it does actually."

"Since we were 13 years old so 5 years." I ran my hands through my hair.

"What kind of relationship did you 2 have? Before this incident." The cop scribbled something down and furrowed his eye brows together.

"Well, we dated for about a year or then..." should I tell them?, " we broke up. I lost contact with him, moved to L.A. and started a new life. he some how got my number and he wanted to meet again so we could catch up.. uhm he stayed the night at my house and I told him to leave the next morning because my roommate didn't like guests. he kissed me and I didn't want to and he got mad and told me I would regret not doing what he said."

"So you pissed him off?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"from start to finish, what happened last night?" The man set his pen down and clasped his hands together.

"Well my boyfriend, Michael, the one you have in custody right now... was going out to run a few errands for an up coming album. He told me he would be back late but he was going to come home. So I got sleepy around 11ish and I decided to leave my bedroom door unlocked because Michael said he would be home. I gave Michael a key to the apartment but sometimes the keys lot malfunctions so I left that door unlocked too. I didn't think that Andrew would come into my home and try to kill me. When he did, it was pitch black. he laid on the opposite side of the bed and at first I thought it was Michael but soon realized it wasn't him. I saw blood on him and asked who's was it, he told me it was michaels and that he killed him. I started to cry, because that's my boyfriend for crying out loud... well he cut me twice on my hips fairly and then was going to cut my throat. Michael came trough the door with the rest of our friends and basically threw him off of me, saving my life might I add. They started to fight and everything till calum called the cops and then you guys showed up." I let out a loud sigh.

"Do you know who's blood was on him?" He asked me another question.

"Nope. Not a clue." I shrugged.

"Okay. That's all." He stood up, walking towards the door. I walked towards the door also and stopped, "what about Michael? he was defending me. he shouldn't be in jail." I bit the inside of my cheek.

"We have too different stories from you and Andrew, andrew told us that Michael stabbed him, and Andrew DID have a stab wound so we took Michael in also. Andrew has a history and he was also inrolled in a psychiatric facility for a whole year so I'm pretty sure your boyfriend will be able to leave after we ask him some questions too. Don't worry." And with that, he closed the door in my face. rude.

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"Michael!" I yelled, engulfing him in my arms. Michael was released from the cell under no charges which makes my heart happy. the downfall was that we had to bail him out for $700.

"We need to get home before I vomit in this disgusting place. He wrapped his hoodie tighter around him. Before we walked out of the jail doors, we saw the hoard of girls.

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"Okay I think it's time we lock all the doors at night." Michael laughed, locking the top and bottom lock of the front door. I nodded in agreement, walking back to the room, being followed my Michael. I easily laid on the bed, trying not to hurt the stitches on my hips. Michael threw his shirt off before locking my bedroom door. He turned the ceiling light off and laid down next to me.

"It's been a really long day." He sighed, facing me. I nodded in agreement, turning my head towards him.

"I've never been so tired in my life." I yawned, feeling the break of sleepiness run over my body.

"Same." he rubbed his eyes, "can we still cuddle? Like without hurting your sides?" Michael raised the shirt up revealing the bandaged wounds.

"I think." I moved closer to him, feeling my back press the his chest. I felt safe in his arms. I loved this.

"I just don't want to hurt you." He slowly laid an arm over my waist, careful not to touch the wound.

"You won't. It's okay." I turned my head sideways and kissed his lips. He lingered for a second, taking in the sweetness of the kiss. He kissed my shoulder, neck, jaw, and finally the top of my head, making sure not to leave a single spot unkissed.

how'd I get so damn lucky?