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Michael Fanfic (AU)

F O U R

**there will be slight mentions of rape in this chapter, so if you're triggered by that please don't read the bold/italic part further down**

The sunlight was bright as it came through the blinds, and Amelia groaned, bringing her hand up to her head. Her eyes slowly slipped open, and she looked around. She didn't know where she was. The floor was a littered in cans of beer so she assumed she was still at Luke's house. She glanced down at her body to see her top missing, leaving her in just a black lace bra, and her skirt hitched up around the top of her thighs. She also noticed the pale arm adorned in bracelets resting across her hips and her stomach dropped. She turned regretfully and saw the messy green haired boy lying next to her. She groaned again; bring her hand to smack against his forehead. He jolted awake, looking around before staring at her face with a smirk. He looked her body up and down, staring at her boobs, before looking at her face again.

"I knew you couldn't resist me," he smirked, leaning his head down to her neck and nuzzling his nose against her soft skin. Amelia choked back tears. Her mind flashed to the last time she was in this situation, and she felt sick. Although that could've been from everything she was drinking last night. But the memories flooded her mind and she couldn't stop the tears slipping from her eyes.

She felt like she was there again, his grimy hands all over her as she tried to push him away. She could feel his stubble against her neck as he held her against the wall outside. His hands wandered up her thighs and she tried to scream, but his hand covered her mouth, as he spat harshly that he would get his own way.

She'd managed to escape these memories for a while, not having had any flashbacks for a good few months. It was one of the reasons her parents decided to move. She wouldn't leave the house in case she ran into him. They hated seeing their daughter in this state; they wanted to see her laughing at nothing again. Her laugh could cheer up a whole room, it was contagious, and her smile was near perfect. And she rarely smiled like that anymore.

Michael noticed her lack of sound, and wondered why she hasn't made a comeback like she usually did. He looked up at her and he felt his heart drop as he watched the tears roll down her face.

"Amelia, what's wrong?" He asked, bringing his hand up to her hair. She jumped at the contact, pushing him off her and standing up, looking around frantically for her top. "Seriously Millie, you're scaring me."

"You don't care," she mumbled, wiping her tears. She let out a frustrated groan, still not being able to see her top. "You don't care, and if you did, you wouldn't have taken advantage of me whilst I was drunk."

It was Michael's turn to jump up, walking over and catching her arms. She froze, refusing to look up. Instead she covered her exposed chest with her arms.

"We didn't do anything," Michael spoke slowly, lowering his head slightly to look at her face. She looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes red. She sniffed, wiping her eyes once more.

"We didn't?"

"No, God no, I'd never take advantage of you. I thought this could be how I'd get you back, y'know, make you think you gave into me. I didn't realise it would upset you. I'm sorry."

She felt like slapping herself. Michael had now seen her in one of her most vulnerable states, and she hated it. She shrugged at him, acting like it was no big deal, but it was. She felt broken again. She couldn't get the thoughts out of her head. A choked sob escaped her lips and she looked up into Michael's green orbs.

"Where's my top?"

"I actually don't know. You took it off at some point in the night. Here, take mine." He began pulling his top off and she opened her mouth to protest, but stopped when she saw his body. She swallowed nervously, slipping his top over her head and pulling the hem of her skirt down to her thighs again. She wanted to curl up and cry, and Michael could see that. He grabbed her arm gently and pulled her back over to the sofa they had been sleeping on. She sat down, keeping her distance from him. He kept his eyes on her, scared that if he looked away she'd fall apart.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, folding his hands in his lap.

"It's okay," she mumbled. "You didn't know what happened, it's not your fault."

"What happened?" He asked before he thought, and bit his tongue when he saw her face drop and tears begin to fall down her cheeks. He went to put his arm around her, but she flinched when he moved so instead he stood up. "I'll go get Ashton."

Amelia nodded, keeping her head facing her lap as Michael disappeared up the stairs. She felt awful. She didn't want to go downhill again, like she had when it had happened. She just wanted to be okay.

Michael walked quickly through the house to find Ashton, sighing in relief when he saw him with Calum and Luke in the kitchen.

"Ash, you're sister's downstairs and she's really upset. She's crying and I don't know what to do," Michael spoke hurriedly, using hand movements to emphasise his point. Ashton looked at Michael, glancing at his bare chest before raising his eyebrow.

"What did you do?" He asked, standing up and walking towards the door.

"Nothing! I didn't do anything, she started freaking out and couldn't find her top so I gave her mine but she's in a state, man."

"Fuck, okay. Well I'm gonna take her home, because if it's what I think it is, then she's probably not gonna wanna see anyone for a while. Thanks for the party Luke, it was class. I'll see you all tomorrow or something," Ashton waved at the boys, before jogging down the stairs to see Amelia curled up in a ball.

"Millie," Ashton spoke softly, walking over to her and pushing her hair out of her face. "Come here."

She lifted up her arms, indicating that Ashton would have to carry her. He hooked his arms underneath her knees and behind her back and scooped her up, walking back up the stairs carefully.

"I'm gonna take you home," he murmured, holding her close to him. When she was in these states, Ashton was thankful that she never flinched away from him. It was like he was the only male she could be around. She even flinched away from her father.

As Ashton carried her, Amelia felt herself falling asleep in his arms, Michael's shirt comforting her. Ashton sent a sad smile to the boys as he passed them, and they all returned the sad smile, hearing Amelia sniffle and sob in his arms. Michael seemed to be the most affected by this; he just wanted to be the one comforting her in this awful state she was in. He hated the fact he’d made her despise him, she was actually pretty cool. She just reminded him of someone he’d rather forget, and so by pushing her out would make thing easier for him. Although that idea was quickly regarded when he realised she was essentially like one of the guys, who’d chill out and play games. And the fact she broke down crying in front of him made him want to heal her. He didn’t know how, though.

-

Amelia hadn’t left her bed all day after Ashton took her home. She’d retreated to her room with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and Gossip Girl to keep her occupied, and it had actually worked. Usually she could never find anything to distract her enough, but she managed to this time, and something told her it was to do with a certain green-haired boy.

Ashton had tried to get her to talk to him, but she refused, insisting she was completely fine and just wanted to stay in bed with her ice cream. He accepted her answer, but only because there was nothing else he could do. He wanted her to start back therapy, but he knew full well she wouldn’t. She was better now, she’d say. She didn’t have any more nightmares or flashbacks, and she wasn’t getting the bad thoughts again. There was something in her eyes that made Ashton not believe her. Her eyes still didn’t have their glow back, and her smile wasn’t as bright as it used to be. Ashton was running out of ideas on how to help; he’d tried everything he could think of. He was happy she still skated though, at least he knew that she hadn’t given up everything.

Ashton knocked on her on her, opening it slowly when he heard her mutter an ‘hmm?’, and he smiled when he saw her. She was wrapped up in her blanket with a small smile on her face as she watched Gossip Girl on her laptop.

“You okay Mills?” he asked, taking a seat beside her on the bed.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she smiled.

“Listen, I understand if you don’t want to, but could you run some books over to Michael please? I borrowed them and he needs them back, but I have stuff I need to do, so I can’t.”

“Uhh, sure, I’ll run them over,” she replied, shutting her laptop and wiggling out of her cocoon. She slipped her Vans onto her feet, sliding a jacket on and putting her phone in the pocket, waiting for Ashton to bring the books to her. She didn’t know why she wanted to see Michael, but she did, and she tried not to question it. When Ashton returned, he looked at her warily. He knew that she and Michael didn’t exactly get on.

“You’re not gonna hit him or anything, right?” he asked, handing her the books. She rolled her eyes.

“Yes Ash, I plan to gauge his eyes out. Of course I’m not gonna hit him, you doof,” she laughed, putting the books into her rucksack. She threw it on her shoulders, grabbing her board and ruffling Ashton’s hair as she left. “I might go for a skate afterwards so I’ll see you whenever. Peace out.”

Throwing a peace sign in Ashton’s direction, she headed down the stairs and out the front door. She vaguely remembered where Michael lived, as she remembered him pointing at it smugly as the group passed, whispering something like “you know where I am if you want some fun”, which at the time disgusted her, but after partying with him and seeing how he is when he isn’t being a dick to her, she was sure he would be fun to hang out with. She couldn’t help but feel he was putting on a front around her, why else would he have given her his top if he legitimately hated her?

She had a genuine smile on her face as she skated to Michael’s house, relishing in the feeling of the wind in her hair. She felt momentarily invincible, like nothing and no one could hurt her. Although she was glad Michael lived quite close to her house because it was pretty cold out. She slowed down when she reached his house, picking up her skateboard and knocking the door, exhaling deeply. Not long after she knocked Michael answered, and she could stop her eyes travelling down his body. He wasn’t wearing a top, and his sweatpants were riding low on his hips, revealing enough to show he wasn’t wearing boxers. Amelia gulped, shooting him a glare when she heard him chuckle, but she couldn’t stop her cheeks heating.

“I have your books,” she mumbled, looking down.

“Cheers, princess,” he smirked, and she laughed a little at the nickname. “Do you wanna come in?”

“Sure,” she replied without thinking, so it was too late to back out. He moved out of the way to let her in and leaned down as she walked passed him.

“You’re still wearing my top.”

Notes

idk i was already sick of Michael and Amelia hating each other so yeah

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