misremembering michael // m.c.

unwelcome travels (michael)

**lowercase intended**

luke came bounding into the room, almost glowing with happiness. calum and i were playing fifa while ashton was bobbing his head to what i assumed was music.

          ‘boys, we’ve made it!’ luke screamed his face turning red. calum jumped up and hugged him, ashton started cheering and i cracked a smile for the first time in about a month.

          ‘c’mon, michael, lighten up!’ ashton joked as he stood up to hug the other two boys. i stood up and all of them cheered, not only for the fact that we’d finally made it, but because i was back. sorta.

          ‘welcome back mike.’ calum said, nudging my shoulder. i gave him a sad smile in return.

          ‘so, where are we going to record? the sydney office? or maybe los angeles?’ i questioned, the idea of going to america instantly making my chest feel lighter. luke gave me a worried look.

          ‘actually mate, we’re going to uh…’ he mumbled the last bit so i couldn’t hear it, but cal and ash did and their faces fell.

          ‘i didn’t hear you luke, where are we going?’

          ‘london, michael, we have to go to london.’