Invisible (Mashton fanfiction)

Chapter 26- 'Spirity Time Travel'

(Let me just apologize for being gone for so long! MY FUCKING COMPUTER DECIDED TO FUCKING KILL ITSELF AND SO I WAS LEFT COMPUTERLESS FOREVER AND MY PARENTS THOUGHT THAT MADE PERFECT SENSE AS A PUNISHMENT FOR MY SHALLOWISH GRADES AND DIDN'T GET ME ANOTHER TILL I BROUGHT THOSE GRADES UP so here I am friends, please take this apology, I hope I will soon be able earn the right to call y'all my penguins again)

No. No this couldn't possibly be happening. It had bee 4 fucking hours me standing in front of the office waiting for Michael. This bitch promised me a coffee but he's too retarded and now he's probably getting expelled. No way in hell this was actually happening. I look at my phone and 'oh, joy' it really was. I roll my eyes, turning to look at the office door with all the anger I could possibly pull from the pit of my stomach. I wanted it to burst into flames, to melt, it needed to feel my agony. The agony that I could feel in my legs from standing here.

I turn back around, giving up. I had a paper to finish, I need my fucking coffee now and I just wasn't gonna be able to call it a indirect date with Michael. Fuck him, who needs an indirect date with him anyway? As I look up, trying not to give in to the fact that I was crushing on a guy while in a relationship, I notice I'm no longer in the halls. I'm in someone's bed room, I'm actually standing in front of a door. It opens and I take a step back in confusion because how the actual flying fuck did I get out of the fucking school hallway? There's the guy from the hospital.

He smiles towards the bed, on the bed is.....me. I look between the two people, one of them being me as they proceed to have a conversation and I look so annoyed but he just looks so amused. I look down at myself and yea, I was still there so where in the actual hell did he come from? I never knew him before I got in a car crash. Did I know him during the coma? But that's impossible. I step closer, taking in his whole face. Very nice eyes, tall body, those earrings were extremely familiar and fit him fucking awesome. He pulls his beanie off, showcasing his black hair.

That's when I lose all the air in my lung. I'm just blinking at him and suddenly, all of my memories are rushing past me; arguments, dying his hair, his parents, his brother, our small wrestle, Luke, Calum, Alex, our kiss, my feelings. That's what hits me the hardest, it almost knocks me off my feet but then I'm just in the school hall again, holding my stomach as I struggle to breathe. I didn't miraculously get feelings for him, they were already there. I fell for him while I was in fucking ghost form! He fell for me, he actually cared about me. We kissed. Oh my fucking ass, we kissed!

Michael. It was always Michael. Fuck it, it was Michael.

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"Are you okay?" Michael asks later and I just nod. I was lying. I was lying harder than I have ever lied in my whole fucking life. "Are you sure? You seem...I don't, mesmerized of some sort."

I turn to him. It was almost hard to speak to him. I had thought about this guy for a fucking year, trying to figure out why he would drop by and float away and I understand now. Its just so fucking overwhelming. "Y-yea. Just...papers."

He nods barely. "Is it Zayn?"

"What?" I ask confused.

"Nope, not that." He says and pulls this really cute detective look. I raise my brows.

He snaps his fingers. "Papers."

"What?" I question again.

"Mm-mm, not the papers." He says to himself and I continue to stare, trying to make sense out of what he was saying to me. "Your mum?"

"Dude, I'm so confused." I whine.

"What is bothering you?" He asks outright because he was obviously tired of questioning. He looked ready to strangle it out of me.

I shrug. "Nothing."

"Is it because of the coffee I promised?" He asks and I have to admit, I'm still fucking murderous about that coffee! I wanted my fucking coffee. Before I could answer, he lets out a hum, shaking his head. "Nah, not that. " He begins to tap his chin.

I sigh. "Michael, I'm-"

"Memories?" I go silent, staring at him. His beautiful green eyes search my face before he smiles, sitting up and crossing his legs on the bed. Jesus, he's beautiful. "What do you remember, Tiny, about your coldhearted-"

"You." I say before I can stop myself. He looks at me and its only there for a few seconds but I can see the panic. "I remember you."

"Ashton, what are you talking about?" He doesn't look at me, he's reaching for his phone now. He doesn't want to talk about it. "I didn't know you till the beginning of school so there's no way I'm in your memories."

Well, fuck his wants. I wanna talk about, we're about to make a talkshow. "Really? My spirity time travel moment begs to differ."

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KNOW WHAT MAKES THIS WORSE! IT A FUCKING FILLER! BUT....i did update. i mean it was short, but it was a fucking update! THANKS FOR READING YOU GUYS!