Michael's Best Friend. *Completed*

Olivia Walker, (Liv\Via), is Michael Clifford's best friend. Yes Micheal Clifford from Five Seconds of Summer. They met in preschool and when they hit first grade, her and her parents moved to Las Vegas. Michael would visit all the time, then he stopped having time being in a band and all. When Michael asks management to go visit her they say he has to bring the boy along, and when he tells the boys their completely fine with it. Until they meet her.

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12. Hate.

Olivia's POV

 

It's been a few days since me and Ashton have gone public with our relationship. Most of the fans are fine with it, but others aren't really okay with it. They kept asking what happened with Michael and then others were sending me a lot of hate. I mean, they don't even know me and they're judging me. I try not to let it get to me but cause if I show the slightest change of mood in front of Ashton or Michael, I'm either with one of them most of the time, they'll freak out and take my phone to see what made my mood change. I'm not really good at hiding my feelings. Almost every time my phone beeped it was someone sending me hate on Twitter or any other social network I have. I had to turn my phone off because it got really bad.

 

"Via!" Michael interrupted my thoughts.

 

"What?" I asked turning over to face him as he walked through my bedroom door.

 

"Why is your phone off?" He asked.

 

"Because I turned it off." I shrugged. His whole facial expression changed, the look in his eyes changed.

 

"What's wrong?" Michael asked, his tone went from happy to worried and scared.

 

"Nothing." I shook my head and faked a smile. "Just tired."

 

"Are you sure?" He asked the worry and scare fading away in his voice, but more the scared tone then the worried.

 

"Yeah." I lied.

 

"Okay..." He said unsure of the answer he gave and walked off. A few minutes later Calum ran into my room and stopped a few feet in front of me.

 

"Ashton is at the mall, and me and the rest of the boys are going food shopping!" Calum exclaimed with joy and enthusiasm.

 

"The boys and I." Liam corrected Calum walking by my room.

 

"Yeah, whatever." Calum mumbled. "So are you coming with us or..?"

 

"No, I'll just stay here. I'm tired." I said. Calum nodded and patted my head skipping off. After they left I got really bored so I turned my phone on and played some games. I kept getting little notifications at the top of my screen. I shut my phone off again and went on my laptop and Twitter came up as soon as I clicked the internet. A whole bunch of hate came up with it.

Stuff like,

'SLUT'

'UGLY'

'FAT'

'WHORE'

the list was endless. I slammed my laptop shut as tears streamed down my cheeks. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a blade. I don't cut a lot, but I just needed a way to escape. I held it against my wrist, digging it into my skin watching as the blood trickled down my arm.

 

"Babe?" I heard Ashton's worried voice at the bathroom door. He ran over to me grabbing the blade out of my hand and throwing it at the trash bin. He cleaned up my cuts and put gaws around one that was really deep. He picked me up and carried me to my room.

 

"I'm sorry." I cried into his chest.

 

"Baby, what's wrong?" Ashton asked so I told him. When I finished my phone beeped and Ashton grabbed it. I watched sat up next to him and looked at my feet.  "Baby look at me" he whispered. I looked down not wanting to look up. "Babe" he whispered cupping my chin making me look into his eyes. He gently whipped the tears away with his thumb giving me a small kiss on the nose. "Its not true" he whispered.


"Yes it is." I cried.


"No its not babe, your the most beautifulist girl I have ever seen. The way your eyes twinkle when you laugh, your beautiful smile and the way you laugh is adorable. Your perfect" Ashton smiled.


"Aw, Ashy!!" I smiled back hugging him tight although it hurt my wrist, and yes I call him Ashy. Ashton hugged me back before pulling out his phone. He hurriedly tweeted "Guys please don't hate on Olivia she is my everything xx" he put his phone is he pocket before giving me a peck on the lips. I smiled as he pulled me into his lap.

 

"So you want to tell Michael or you?" He asked.

 

"Do I have to?" I whined.

 

"No, that's why I asked if you wanted me too." He laughed slightly.

 

"You do it." I said snuggling into his chest.

 

"Livvy, your beautiful. Don't listen to them." Ashton said kissing the top of my head. 'I don't like that I stopped cutting for them and what their saying is making you cut."

 

"Huh?" I looked up at him. H took one of his arms from around me and moved some of his bracelets. There were scars there. "You used to cut?"

 

"Yes. I know exactly how you feel. Now promise me your never going to do this again." Ashton said.

 

"Promise." I nodded, locking pinky's with him.

 

"Yay," Ashton smiled wide and kissed my lips. "now get dressed I'm going to take you to get ice cream."

 

"Okay." I smiled standing up and he walked out. I picked out a long sleeve shirt, mostly to hide my cuts but it was also chilly outside, and patterned leggings. I put them on with grey boots. I straightened my hair and put on a hat. I grabbed my phone and walked to Ashton's room.


I walked into his room as he was looking for a shirt. "Are you looking for this?" I asked holding up his hulk shirt.

 

"YES!" Ashton yelled grabbing it from me and putting it on. "Where was it?"

 

"I was wearing it." I giggled as he put on a sweater and his beanie.

 

"Well your the only one who can wear it too." Ashton said taking my hand. He lifted up my arm and kissed it as we walked downstairs. We walked outside and walked to Carvel. When we got there a few fans came up to us. Ashton saw that and his eyes had a bit of anger in them. He pulled me towards him and put on a fake smile for them.

 

"Why are you dating her? I mean she's not that pretty." One of the girls said to Ashton.

 

"Excuse you. She is the most gorgeous most beautifulist girl ever, and I love her. That is why I'm dating her." Ashton snapped. We were all taken back by Ashton's outburst. He's never mean. "Baby, what kind of ice cream do you want?" Ashton changed the subject looking at me.

 

"Um, mint chocolate chip." I smiled as he pecked my lips and skipped off to get ice cream.

 

"Sorry about her." One of the girls said as the other one left.

 

"No, it's okay." I lied. They asked me to sign a few of their shirts and I followed them on Twitter. Ashton came back with our ice cream and they left.

 

"Did she say anything to you when I left?" Ashton asked as we sat down at a table.

 

"No." I shook my head taking a bite of my ice cream.

 

"Good." Ashton smiled eating his ice cream.

 

"Ashy, are you okay?" I asked.

 

"Nope." He laughed popping the 'p'. "It's not okay for them to say stuff about you and I don't like it. And I can guarantee you that Michael will get even more mad then I am."

 

"Ash, don't be like that." I frowned.

 

"I'm just stating the truth." He shrugged, then smiled at me. I smiled back cause his smile is just contagious. When we finished our ice cream we went back to my house. The rest of the boys were home.

 

"Now you have to go tell him." I looked at Ashton as we walked into the house.

 

"I know." Ashton sighed closing the door.

 

"Are you sure you want to? Cause I can if you-"

 

"No, baby. It's okay. It's my fault. Their hating on you because we're dating." Ashton interrupted me.

 

"Okay." I breathed out.

 

"I love you, you know that right?" Ashton asked me.

 

"I love you too." I smiled as he leaned towards me kissing my lips.

 

"Go upstairs. I'll be up soon." Ashton said. I nodded and he walked into the living room as I walked upstairs. I sat on my bed and took my boots off. Here we go.

 

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Yay, new chapter! Hope you like it, and if you don't like it I honestly could care less :D

I can be mean, too. Your not the only ones.

I will start writing the next chapter now :)

Love you, muahh :*

~Tonybear~ <3 :) (:

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