Michael smirked down at him. "In a hurry, are we?"

"I-I'm sorry." Micky took a step back. He didn't recognize the stranger.

"Where you headed off to, kid?"

"I'm l-late," Micky stuttered, trying to get around the man, "late for school."

Michael raised an eyebrow as he purposely blocked off the path. "What's your name?"

"Why does it matter?" Micky asked. Michael folded his arms over his chest and Micky sighed, realizing he'd get nowhere if he tried to fight back.

"It's Micky," he sighed.

The smirk returned and Michael stepped aside, letting Micky pass.

"See you around, Micky."

Today marks a year since my 1D concert 😭

It also marks a year since my ex stepdad almost shot us all up soooooooo that's fun

Fuck you Robert