That Clifford Kid (Luke Hemmings Sister)

4.8

I was sitting on the bed before the door opened and Ashton and Luke came in; Ashton holding a thrashing Michael in his arms. Ashton shoved Michael forward and walked out of the room,  Luke following. A small 'click' came from the door. I stood up from the bed, Michael right in front of me. I tried to get around him but he mocked every move i would make.

I shoved past Michael, a small grunt escaping his lips as my hands came in contact with his chest. "I'm not talking about this. You dont care, so why should I?" He rubbed his hand over his face as he sighed, "Maybe because I do care." He started, "I didn't know it would be this big of a deal Pandora."

"Well, it is Michael." I said as i walked past him and into the bathroom, where I immediately locked the door behind me; keeping me locked away from Michael. I heard him sigh and the bed squeak, signaling he had sat down. I unlocked the door, seeing my assumption was right. He was sitting on the bed; his head buried in his hands. "Please Pandora, I cant do this on my own. I need you more than anyone." He blubbered out. I ignored him before walking out of the bed room, preparing myself to be yelled at once I entered the living room where the three lads was still sitting.

"Are you two okay now?" Luke asked with a scowl on his face. I ignored his comment as i walked toward the front door. "Pandora! Wait! Please!" Michael shouted behind me, his voice breaking at the end. I walked out the door, it slamming behind me.

**

I was now at a bar close by. By now, i had probably about five shots of vodka and two beers. I was on the dance floor, the beer in my hand was slushing around in the bottle. The song had ended and I walked to the bar, setting the drink on it and placing some cash down for the drinks. I walked out of the bar and onto the street, slightly tipsy, but enough to know exactly what I was doing.

I headed into the tattoo parlor. The guy named Evan seated me in the chair, me instantly flipping over onto my stomach. I pulled my shirt up before telling the brunette exactly what i wanted and where i wanted it.

**

Somehow after i got my tattoo, i had made it back to the hotel. It was about 6;38 in the morning and I'm sure the boys was pissed, considering I didnt tell them where I went and I was gone all night. My skin on my ribcage was aching. I walked into the room, not seeing a single person waiting up. I walked into the bed room, seeing Michael on his side of the bed. I slowly crawled in, careful not to wake him up. Once my head hit the pillow, i was out like a light.

**

That morning, I woke up with an intense pain on my side. I quickly walked into the bathroom and pulling my shirt up to see the word 'Michael' tattooed in black ink on my side, right below my bra. My eyes widened once I saw this. I cringed at the fact i had my boyfriends, or ex, name tattooed on my side. "Are you almost done?" I heard Michael ask. "Uh- um y-yeah." I stuttered. I quickly pulled my shirt down before opening the door.

I walked out of the bed room to see everyone back in the living room, but once again my presence was ignored. By everyone.

I sighed once i entered the back part of the kitchen away from everyone. They all laughed at some stupid story that Ashton was telling. I grabbed my bathing suit that was on the banister outside before running into the closet bathroom, which happened to be the one next to the back door, and quickly changing into my white bikini.

I walked out and walked outside to the infinity pool that no one was using, so i had it all to myself. But honestly, it wasnt a big deal. It was silent and there wasnt any drama. I laid on one of the lounge chases that was outside, hoping for my skin to darken.