A/N: The version of Fuck You is the Sleeping With Sirens cover, if you wanna hear it.
~Emma's POV~
I pulled the white skinny jeans up my legs and laced up my black Doc Martens. I slipped on the Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt Niall got me and my Anthem Made sweatshirt. I put my headphones, iPod, house keys, and £20 in my pockets. The last thing I did was put on the black beanie Ashton gave me and walked to the front door.
"Guys, I'm heading out. I'm leaving my phone here," I called to anyone who was listening.
"I'll come with you. I was just heading out , too," Michael said.
"You sure you wanna come? I'm just gonna walk around," I asked.
Yeah, I didn't want him to come.
"It's fine. I just need to get away for a bit." Michael followed me out of the door.
We began walking down the streets of London. There was no snow tonight, but it was still very cold. Our breath came out in short, visible puffs of air.
"Emma?" Michael asked.
"What?" I snapped.
Jesus, I was a bitch.
"What's wrong?" He sincerely asked.
I kept my silence, our feet hitting the cold pavement being the only noise.
"Please," He whispered.
"Ever since I went to Australia, everything has changed," I said. "Some of the changes are amazing and I'm so happy. But, another part of me is just so depressed and lost."
"Why?" Michael asked.
"Michael, every time I talk to you or someone says your name, I have to hold back tears and try not to breakdown. Everytime I see Lauren and Ashton's little brother Harry, I try not to sulk and try to just enjoy their company. I'm always reminded of what I've done and I hate it," I choked on my tears.
"I don't even know what happened because you won't tell me!" He raised his voice.
"Fine Michael! You really wanna know that bad?" I yelled back at him.
There was a silence around us now, our slightly rugged breathing mixing with the other sounds of the streets of London.
"Remember that story I told at the party, about me being a stupid teenager and losing the v-card?" I asked.
"Yeah, what else about it?" Michael asked.
"Well, that was only the start," I felt the tears building up. "About two weeks before school started, my grandma and other relatives were in-town. Since my birthday was a week away, we were going to one of my cousin's house to celebrate. It was storming that night, pretty bad, but i still waned to go. Anyways, my brother Michael let me sit up from since it was my birthday. We drove awhile, since she lived 35 minutes away. I just remember driving with my mum and siblings, my dad was on a business trip. Everything was fine, until we heard this loud horn. It was deafening, the screams and horn mixed into one."
"Oh my god," Michael mumbled as my tears started streaming down my face.
"The truck hit the backseat sections and also caught fire. Michael and Leah died on impact. My mother and I had our injuries, but we got out and survived. My mum had the most minor injuries. I had second and third degree burns all over and went deaf in both ears," I cried as Michael hugged me. "If I wouldn't of insisted we went, Michael and Leah would still be alive."
"Emma," Michael sighed, tightening his grip around me.
I sobbed as we stood on the sidewalk, the few people walking stared at me as they walked by. As soon as I calmed down, Michael laid his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes.
"Why don't we go do something? Fun and crazy and unexpected!" He grinned.
I sniffled and wiped my eyes, "Yeah, let's go."
Michael grabbed my hand and we began searching through the streets of London to find something to do. We laughed as people looked at us like we were crackheads.
Damn, I was supposed to be mad at this boy.
"Look!" He pointed at a little shop.
It was a little tattoo and piercing parlour named 'The Lucky 17'.
"Let's go," I grinned as we entered the shop.
"Welcome to The Lucky 17! Please sign your name here and wait to be called," A girl at the front desk said.
Michael and I signed our names then sat down and discussed what we would get. Michael decided on getting his ears pierced, saying he wanted to "look punk". I decided on getting an industrial ear piercing on my ear and a nose piercing.
People will probably think I'm emo when I leave.
"Emma Burcham!" A woman called.
"That's me," I got up and followed her too a little room.
"A piercing, right?" She asked, washing her hands an putting on blue rubber gloves.
"Yeah, two actually. An industrial one on this ear and a nose piercing," I smiled.
"These'll look nice," The woman smiled.
"I hope," I mumbled nervously.
"Okay, first I'm going to disinfect the area around the piercing. Then, I'll mark the points with a marker and we'll use a hollowed needle to make the piercing. We'll disinfect it again and put in the earring," She said. "And there is no numbing used, so you will feel pain. I'll give you other information after we're done. You ready?"
I nodded my head and she instructed my to lay down. I did as she directed and soon, she was marking my ear on wear to pierce. She then took me to a small glass case and had me pick out an earring. I picked out the standard silver ring and was told to lay down again.
"Ok, ready? 1-2-3," She said, quickly getting it over with.
I held my breath and she quickly put in the earring. After she cleaned up and directed me how to take care of it and clean it, we got prepared for my nose piercing. The piercing I chose was a simple diamond stud, it looked nice and would match anything. We went through all the steps and soon we were done.
I was given directions on how to clean and take care of the piercings. Then, I went to the front counter and paid for my piercings. I walked back to the waiting area where I saw Michael.
"Hey!" He cheered. "They look nice."
"Yours too, Mr. Rockstar!" I smiled.
"Let's see, 10:45. Wanna head back?" Michael looked at his phone.
"Sure," I shrugged.
We walked back to the house in a comfortable silence. Too bad the whole way I was having an internal debate. I was supposed to be mad at this boy, but I felt like I had to forgive him.
Why was everything so hard?
"We're home!" Michael yelled.
"Hey- oh my god!" Calum gawked.
"What?" I asked.
"Everyone get your asses down here!" Calum yelled.
Everyone came thundering down the stairs, except Kaitlyn and Luke.
"Where's Kaitlyn and Luke?" Emily yelled.
"Kaitlyn! Luke! Stop sucking each others faces and get down here!" Calum yelled.
After a while of silence, Calum's phone went off. He unlocked it an read the text. He laughed as he read us the text from Luke, "Pants are already off. Ain't stopping now."
"Wait, who's room?" I asked.
My phone buzzed and I slid it open. It was a text from Kaitlyn which read, 'Don't come in our room for awhile. We're in here. I'll clean up.'
"They are so gross," I mumbled, after I read the text aloud.
"So, why'd you need us?" Ashton asked.
"They're punk now," Calum whispered.
Everyone looked at our piercings and laughed or complimented them. Michael's phone went off and I saw it was a twitter notification. He opened the tweet and attached to it was a picture of Michael and I's piercings. The tweet read, 'I hate following the rules.' 'Yeah, let's look punk rock.'
I laughed, "You're a bunch of douchebags."