"Why?" he asks. "Why don't you want to talk to me?" He asks.

"You hurt me Michael" You say.

He looks at you confused. "How did I hurt you?" he asks.

That upset you, he know's exactly how he hurt you.

"Don't act stupid" You say raising your voice.

"Sure I was upset when you told me the day before you were leaving for America but that only lasted a week" You say your eyes beginning to water.

"I tried to call you so many times, I wanted to apologize for yelling at you" You say trying not to cry.

"But, you never answered my calls, you always sent me straight to voicemail, do you know how much that hurt?" You say your voice cracking as your throat burned from trying not to cry.

"I was busy" Michael says.

"Bullshit, you weren't busy all the time, you had a spare minute to call me back but you chose not too" You yell.

"You fucked up, you broke me" You yell tears escaping.

You hated crying in front of anyone but for some reason you didn't care that Michael was seeing you cry.

"How did I break you?" he yells confused.

"You knew what I was going through, I called you when I needed you most and you never bothered to answer your fucking phone" You cry.

"And now when I finally have my life back together and have taped up all my broken pieces, you think you can just walk back into my life like nothing happened" You yell.

Michael mutters something under his breath but you don't hear.

"What?" You ask through your tears.

"Nothing" he mumbles.

"Get out of my way" You sob.

"No" Michael says.

"Move!" You yell.

You hear a door close.

"Let me go!" You cry.

"Michael" Calum snaps.

"She asked you to move now fucking move" Calum says.

Michael gives Calum a pissed glance before storming out of the room and out of the house.

Calum walks over to you and hugs you but you push him away and walk out of the room and into the bathroom locking the door.

You take 5 minutes to collect yourself and get yourself to stop crying before you open the bathroom door, Calum was stud on the other side.

"You okay?" he asks.

You nod.

"Yeah, sorry" You apologize.

"Don't be sorry" Calum says and gives you a hug.

Your phone rings from the kitchen and you pull away from the hug and go pick it up, you check the caller ID, it was Troye.

You answer.

"Hey" You say.

"You need to come back to La" Troye says.

"Why? What's going on?" You ask, you hear sirens in the background.

"Our building is on fire, the first and second floor are like completely ruined" He explains.

You and Troye lived on the first floor.

"Oh my god, how did the fire start?" You ask quickly.

"The owner was drunk again and smoking in his office, dropped the cigarette in the trash and the trash caught fire" Troye says.

"Is everyone okay?" You ask.

"Um yeah, everyone but the owner, he was to drunk to function and didn't get out" Troye says.

"Shit, so what are we supposed to do?" You ask.

"They are sending people to a cheap motel down the street" Troye says.

"Okay, I'll catch the next flight out" You say.

"I'll text you the address of the motel" Troye says.

"Alright, see yeah" You say and hang up.

You let out a sigh and go and grab your camera equipment.

"Calum" You call.

"Yes?" He replies.

"Can you drive me home and then to the airport?" You ask.

"You're leaving already?" he asks grabbing his keys.

"Yeah I have to go back to La, Troye and I have to move" You say.

"Why?" he asks.

"Our apartment is gone, our building caught fire" You say.

"Oh my god, that's horrible, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, it gives Troye and I an excuse to move" You say.

Calum drives you back to your home and you pack up your suit case before explaining to your mum what had happened, Calum then drives you to the airport and you get on the next flight home.

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So you and Troye have to move!

I'm choosing the new destination for you to live, but do you want to live in an apartment building or a small house?

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 20, 2020 ⏰

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