Aleigha's point of view

"I'm not the best at drawing," I told Michael, his hand on my knee as I took a sharpie to it. Small designs were on his fingers, covering his tattoo slightly, and he just shrugged.

"I'm not the best at guitar and yet I still play." He said and I laughed quietly.

"Beautiful analogy." I said and he told me that he tries. He scrolled through Twitter with one hand, using the hashtag of the last show they played.

"I guess people caught me crying on camera. Nice." He said and I hummed as I lightly signed the bottom of his hand when I finished.

He looked at his hand and posed with a peace sign. "Take a picture of me and my henna." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"It's not a henna Mikey, just drawings." I said and he shrugged. I took his phone and oopened the camera as he covered his fave with his hands, both doodled with small drawings and designs.

I took a couple of pictures and then handed him his phone. He typed on it and then showed me after he posted it. "You're an idiot."

"True." He said cause he captioned it '#tatlyfe'. "It's like two in the morning, of course I'm going to be an idiot. It's better than crying I suppose."

"Yeah." I said and nodded as I turned my phone. "You'd think my parents would care that I'm not at home, or at least ask if I was alright."

"You're eighteen, maybe they assumed you can handle yourself." He aaid and I shrugged.

"I know, just hurts a bit." I said and he leaned his head on my shoulder. "Wanna listen to music?"

"Sure." He said and I went to my downloaded music. I pressed shuffle and Broken by Evanescence and Seether. "My emo goddess, Amy." He said and I laughed.

"Right?" I asked and he told me to leave it on. I nodded and then opened my own Twitter account, ignoring my notifications cause last time I checked it, I was called an attention seeking whore, a fatass, and told to drink bleach already.

"Have you been on Twitter recently?" He asked and I shook my head. "There's lots of rumours."

"Of course there is." I said and he looked at me. "There's always rumours. No doubt your fans hate me, they're like that with everyone you guys hang out." I said, not wanting to tell him that they send me hate like every second of every day now.

"I guess you keep up with drama."

"I did." I told him and he nodded. "It's kinda dumb now. Band's are there for music and for inspiration. Fans are there to support the band. No where in there has to do with personal lives."

"Yeah..." He said and then hummed as I retweeted a picture of a tattoo. It was a skyline of London on someone's forearm, glow in the dark ink alongside normal ink. "Hey, did you ever get that tattoo?"

"What tattoo?"

"The lyrics from our song. Did you ever get it?" He asked and I nodded. "Where?"

"I was going to get it on my forearm, but I got it on my side inside." I said and he nodded. "I'd show it to you but I'm not comfortable with my body. Took me all my confidence to let him tattoo me."

"No its alright. You don't have to." He said and I nodded as I shifted a bit. "I understand. I'm not comfortable with mine either." He told me and I exited out of Twitter.

He yawned softly and I couldn't help but smile cause it was adorable. "I'm a bit sleepy." He said and laughed quietly. "These songs make me sleepy."

"Same." I said and he closed his eyes. "Take off your eyebrow piercing before you fall asleep." I said and held my hand out.

He took it off and placed it in my hand, which I set on the dresser. I turned my phone off because I was getting bit tired too and set it on his nightstand aswell.

In no times, soft snores were falling from Michael's lips and closed my eyes, tired, but able to fall asleep. I didn't want to wake him, so I just stayed still since his head was on my shoulder.

-

"That's cute."

"Not really."

"You know what Hemmings, I'm getting sick of you, Ashton too. Honestly, there's nothing wrong with Michael and Aleigha. I ship Maleigha, I think they're absolutely adorable and I think she makes him happy. Why don't you accept your best friends happiness?"

"Cause she popped in it out of no where! What if she hurts him? What if she turns out to be rude and a gold digger?"

"Like your girlfriend?"

"She is not like that! I buy her stuff cause I want to! She's only rude when people are rude to her or she's having a bad day!"

"So every-"

"Go away or shut the fuck up." Michael yelled and I hummed as I shifted a bit. "It's Sunday, I don't need this."

"Mikey, Ally, we made breakfast." Calum said and Luke butt in.

"Her name's Aleigha."

"Yeah and Mikey's name is Michael. They're nicknames. Fuck off." Calum said and I yawned as I opened my eyes, sitting up despite Michael's arm around me.

"I'm up, but I'm not hungry." I said as I rubbed my eyes. "How bad do I look?"

"A solid six out of ten on the scale." Calum said and I gave him a thumbs up. "Anyways, come on, you guys gotta eat. I actually cooked for once. At least try it and tell me it's good."

"Can I tell you it's good and not try it?" I asked and he crossed his arms as Luke left the room. "Really Cal, I'm fine."

"Urgh, you're difficult. Fine." He said and I smiled. "Wake Mikey up?" He asked and I nodded as he left the room.

"Michael..." I said and he hummed as I shook him slightly. "Mikey, Calum cooked you food. Wake up." I said and he shook his head.

"No, m' fat."

"No you're not Mikey." I said but he just turned around and pulled a blanket over him. "Michael..." I said and he shook his head again.

"I'm sleepy Leigha." He said and I sighed. "I don't want food."

"You gotta eat." I told him. "Michael please. At least eat a little bit."

"Only if you do."

"Fine." I said and he kicked the blanket off. He turned around again and looked at me. "Did you mean it when you said you were fat, or was it just to get me to lay off?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you look amazing the way you are and shouldn't be worried about your weight." I said and smiled smally.

"I get the feeling that you're lying to me." He said and I shook my head. "I'm unattractive."

"You're very attractive. Think about it, millions of girls masturbate to you." I said and he laughed as he buried his face into his pillow. "What? Don't believe me? Check Tumblr, Twitter, Wattpad, any app ever." I said and he looked at me.

"You had no shame while saying that." He said and I shrugged. "No shame."

"Who would?" I asked and he shrugged himself. "Come on, get up. You need some Vitamin D." I said and he laughed.

"Was that supposed to be some gay sex joke?" He asked as he held my hand. I helped him get off the bed and I shrugged.

"Take it as you will." I said and he nodded as we went downstairs. I saw two plates still on the table and Calum looked at me from the couch.

"I knew you'd come around. Go on. Tell me how good my food is." He said and Michael looked at the sausages on the plate.

I winked at him and he laughed loudly, causing Calum to look at us with a confused expression. "Am I missing something?" He asked us.

"Gotta get that Vitamin D." Michael teased and forked the sausage link, taking a bite out of it.

I shook my head and laughed, pushing around the eggs. "Is there poison in this Cal? I feel like it'll kill me." I said and Calum looked at me as if I made the worst joke in the world.

"If it did have poison, I'd be dead."

"Hey, you never know." I said, stabbing some of the scrambled eggs and eating them. "How did you know I preferred them this way?"

"Krys told me." He said and I nodded. "She's showering right now."

"Alright." I said and Michael looked at the plate, toying with his food as well. "Mikey..." I said quietly and he looked at me.

"I don't wanna..."

"You have to." I said and he shook his head. "You didn't eat after the show yesterday, you need to eat now." I told him but he still wouldn't take a bit.

"I feel sick." He said quickly and stood up, immediately running upstairs.

"Woah what happened?" Calum asked as we both stood up. "I swear to god I didn't do anything to it."

"Michael!" I said worriedly as I went upstairs after him. Calum followed and Michael was bent over his toilet.

I got down on my knees beside him and rubbed his back gently as Calum fired question after question. "Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance? Am I that bad of a cook? What's wrong? Michael are you alright?"

"He's vomiting Calum, does it look like he's alright?" I asked, a little more harsh than I should have. "I'm sorry. Here, help him." I said and he nodded.

I stood up and went to the closet in the hallway, grabbing a small hand towel from it. When I slammed the door too hard, Ashton came out and snapped at me. "Watch it."

"Sorry." I said, not at all sincere, and then went back into Michael's room. I wet the towel slightly and handed it to Calum so he could wipe Michael's mouth clean.

"Was I that bad of a cook?" Calum asked and Michael looked at him.

"Yes." He said but we all knew it wasn't because of the food. "Thanks guys." He said and we nodded as Calum used the sleeve of his jumper to wipe away the few tears that fell down Michael's cheeks.

"It's alright Mikey, we were worried. Are you alright?" Calum asked as he gave his best friend a hug.

"Yeah, just haven't been feeling very good." He said and Calum was silent. "Cal?" He asked after awhile.

"What's that?" He asked and Michael hummed. Calum pushed Michael away and then picked something up.

My eyes widened as the light caught it and Michael looked at me. "What's what?" He asked as he flushed the toilet, cringing as he closed the seat.

"This." Calum said, holding up a fairly large razor blade. Michael looked at him and then froze, looking as if he was going to pass out. "Michael..." Calum said softly and Michael stood up, immediately running out of the room.