Cold as ice itself, and pale as the snow itself, Michael Clifford is not the type of 6ft boy you should be messing with, unless it's a death with you are asking for. But when someone crosses his path, his entire life turns all the way around, and maybe he might just show his soft spots.


30. Livewire

(Listen to livewire by Oh Wonder)

I've been lying in my bed for about two days.

I haven't been eating, drinking, or talking.

My own parents haven't even talked to me or checked on me.

'Such great parents,' I say to myself. 

It's a never-ending cycle of being sad, angry, and neutral. 

I know the boys are leaving soon, and I won't be able to see them again for a very long time.

I check my phone again

22 missed calls from Michael

14 missed calls from Luke

9 missed calls from Calum

15 missed calls from Ashton

50 missed calls from Emily

and lots of texts.

I put my pillow over my face and scream.

Everything was perfectly fine

and then everything went to hell.

I was at my peak and now I'm at my low point.

I look at my phone again, unlocking it.

My thumb hovers over the green call button.

I press it, immediately regretting my decision. 

It goes straight to voicemail.

The phone beeps and I hang up. 

I throw my phone across the room out of anger and it instantly shatters.

I am completely broken.

Nothing can fix me.


Not even Michael.

He can't even be my livewire.

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