SAFE (m.g.c)

She's just a cutter. He's just a band member. But he keeps her safe.

Cassie Sarrex becomes the stylist of her favourite band, 5 Seconds Of Summer, and has an instant connection with Michael. She confides in him everything about her past and he vows that he would keep her strong and happy - and safe. They both make mistakes but when he makes the biggest one of his life, how will she stay safe?



I pulled out my phone and quickly checked my reflection in the camera. Tucking my phone back into the pocket with one hand, I knocked on the door with the other and in a matter of seconds it was opened by an excitable Australian.

"We've been waiting for so long for you to arrive," Ashton said. Calling back to the other boys, he yelled "She's here. Guys, come here!"

The other three came to the door and greeted me with big, goofy smiles and a hug. Michael took my bag for me and carried it into my room, pointing out the bathrooms and various bedrooms of the boys along the way. The penthouse flat was massive and kitted out with everything they could want, Xbox, Playstation, a kitchen and, I saw, a jacuzzi in the bathroom.

"So you have the nicest bedroom.It's the master one, when we moved in we were all fighting over it so we decided that none of us should have it. It's got an en suite and everything so you won't have to share with us," he put my bag down on the bed and walked back to the door. "You like Nandos, right?"

"Obviously," I grinned at him. "Why?"

"We're taking you out later to celebrate us finally getting a stylist and you moving in with us," his accent made me giggle. "What are you laughing at?"

"Your accent. It's cute," I unzipped my suitcase and flipped back the top, revealing a selection of bras. At the sight of them he blushed slightly, his cheeks going red.

"You're cute."


"Are you sure you don't want me to pay?" I asked as we stood in the queue.

"It's fine," Michael assured me. "I mean this band has a lot of hair and you're gonna have a hard job styling it, paying for your dinner is the least I can do."

"Yeah, let Michael pay for the pretty girl," Calum teased. I blushed and looked at the ground. I knew he was only joking and didn't mean it, and even if he did it was just a compliment, but I didn't take those very well. I felt the familiar prick of tears at the back of my eyes and blinked them back viciously. Don't, I told myself, pull yourself together. Calum and Ashton stepped forward to a till to order their meals.

"You okay?" Luke bent down slightly as he whispered the words into my ear. I nodded a little. "Don't worry about it, you're taking moving in with four Australian idiots pretty well." I smiled at him just as Michael took my arm and pulled me over to the till. We gave our orders and sat down and Luke slid into the booth next to me a second later.

We chatted a lot the whole way through the meal and I got to know each of them a lot better. The car journey back was loud and by the time I was ready to go to bed, I was more than slightly drunk.

"Night, guys," I cradled my tea in my hands as they all said goodnight to me. I headed into my room and set my mug on the bedside table before unpacking the last few items in the bottom of my suitcase. Leaning on the chest of drawers, I took out a box of pills and unscrewed the top before counting two out into my hand and swallowing them both in one go.

"What are they?" Michael asked, standing in the doorway. I snapped my head up and looked at him.

"They're nothing. Um, not nothing. Pills. For headaches. Headache pills. Painkillers. Nothing," I hastily opened a drawer and pushed them in, burying them under various tops. "Don't worry."

"Alright," he said, confused. He walked out of the room and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

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