second | m.c.
pls appreciate this im crying
Pairing: Y/N + Michael || Y/N + Calum
Word Count: 1,413
Summary: You’re overly attached to Calum, Calum treats you like a second choice, Michael’s in love with you, but you don’t know it. What else could go wrong?
A/N: lmao hey i’m back and this probably sucks ass but pls read it
You’re caught into one of Calum’s trap again.
The thought of that was stuck at the back of your already messed up mind, but at least the smell of bitter alcohol and sweat was slowly making that thought fade into nothingness.
It’s funny, really; how he never really does put any ’bait’, it’s just the pure thought of Calum that made you so damn attached to him.
You brought the typical red solo cup to your lips, scrunching your nose at the strong bitter smell of the whatever the fuck that was supposed to be, before taking a small sip of the almost neon blue liquid inside the cup.
You cringed, an overwhelming taste of bitterness overcoming your taste buds as you brought the cup as far away from you as possible, the contents inside of the cup sloshing, spilling slightly onto your hand.
“Not your cup of tea?”
You smile at the voice, turning around to face the owner of the voice. The bitterness in your mouth seemingly almost disappears immediately at the sight of Michael, who was grinning as he pulled you into a hug.
“It tasted like sorrow,” you replied, burying your face in his chest, inhaling his scent. It really seemed to be a scent that you liked.
“Is that just a reflection of your feelings right now?” He asks, as you reluctantly pull away from his warm and comforting hug.
You snort, not bothering to answer his question.
“Well then, are you looking for him?” He questioned again, and you glance up at him, raising an eyebrow.
“You sure are asking a lot of questions. But yeah, I’m kinda looking for him,” you mumbled, and Michael frowns.
You look away, avoiding his gaze as you picked at the rim of the solo cup.
“You do know it’s getting kinda toxic, right?” He stated, but you stayed silent, not wanting to answer the obvious.
“You should— Y/N! There you are! Been looking for you all night. Oh, hey Mike,” before Michael could finish his words, Calum had already interrupted.
“Babe, you wanna stay here or do you wanna go back to your dorm? Riverdale?” Calum asks, giving you those puppy-dog eyes before you even think about declining.
Maybe this time he’ll stay with you.
You grin, nodding, as Calum’s arm moves to grip at your waist, and suddenly you’re feeling as if you’re on cloud nine.
Michael gives you a ’wtf’ look, as you shrug slightly, mouthing a “what?” at him as Calum gestures for you to move.
He raises his eyebrow at you, crossing his arms as he watched you moved closer to Calum.
You shrug off the look on Michael’s face, before proceeding to walk away, with Calum following behind you.
You’ve done it again.
No, no, no, of course Calum didn’t stay. Whether be it a ‘movie night’, or a “I just really want your company”, he never does stay.
He never did.
He was always gone by the time you woke up, leaving the other side of the bed cold.
And leaving you heartbroken, dazed, and confused.
You were really like a meaningless fuck. Him just coming over, masking a facade of where it looked like he really, maybe, wanted you back.
You’re a second choice.
It’s been that way ever since the beginning. He only ever went to you just so he could fuck, probably when one of his other side-chicks were boring him.
It was a toxic, deadly, never-ending cycle, where you continue letting Calum knock you down over and over again, but you still wait for him just because it’s him.
You scoff at yourself, getting ready for your afternoon class.
And preparing for a night of no sleep.
You sighed deeply, turning sides for what could’ve possibly been the fiftieth time of the night.
You’re battling with yourself; one of which is the mind, and the other, the heart.
And it’s mostly a debate between ‘call Michael, and just get him to comfort you or something’, and ‘no Y/N, don’t be a bitch and treat him nicely. Not as a second choice.’
That’d been the topic for your mind and heart to argue about the whole day, and you could barely focus on your professors’ voice that strangely sounded extra boring today.
You took useless, redundant notes, and if that didn’t already make you tired, your jumbled mind made you even more drained.
You were so, so, damn exhausted, and you really just wanted a good deep sleep, a great massage to ease those tense shoulders, and a trip to the fucking heavens, away from all this bullshit that was happening.
But then again, you couldn’t even get the first thing done; sleep.
You pulled at your hair in frustration, huffing as you muttered profanities, reaching for your phone on the bedside table.
You quickly call Michael before backing out, not even sure if he’d answer, seeing that it was 1 AM in the fucking morning.
His voice was raspy, and laced with tiredness, and you suddenly felt apologetic, hearing the fact that he’d probably been in quite a deep sleep (which you really needed), before you woke him up with a call.
“I can’t sleep,” you softly spoke, and the other side of the conversation was silent, and the only thing you could hear was the soft sound of his breath, and for some reason, it calmed you down.
“I’ll be there in 5.”
That was the only thing he said before he hung up, and you were slightly confused by his quick understanding of what you wanted.
The knock on the door broke into your debating thoughts, and you briskly walked towards the door, pulling it open.
Michael took a glance at your exhausted appearance; the dark eye circles, and the almost blank look in your eyes.
“Let me guess. Him?” He asked, before stepping into your dorm.
He moves towards your room, steeping inside, immediately sitting down on your messy bed.
You don’t answer him, but he continues talking.
“He’s not worthy of you, Y/N, you need to get that in your head,” he grumbled, and anger starts to boil in you.
“You don’t fucking get it,” you replied, not exactly wanting to argue with him.
He glares at you.
“Y/N, you’re just a fucking goddamn second choice, and that’s what I understand! Face it, Y/N!” He yelled at you, and you frowned.
You couldn’t help but feel a hurt from his words, and Michael could see it in your expression.
“Wait— Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m such an asshole, I shouldn’t have said that,” he rambles, sighing.
“I just wanna sleep, and I want…” You trailed off, sleep being the only thing in your mind, and you realise how much you wanted to cuddle into Michael.
“Actually, scratch that. I need you to stay. Please?” You snapped, and Michael’s slightly shocked at your words, but still obliges.
You climb into your bed, as he lays down beside you. He puts one of his arms around you, as you cuddle into him, burying your face into his chest, inhaling his scent.
You could smell his cologne, and honestly? You actually loved it.
He pulled the covers over, and you were engulfed in warmth, and for the first in such a long time, you feel at peace. The cacophony of arguments in your mind seemed to shut up, and you were left in a peaceful silence, quickly lulling you into sleep.
He feels your breath slowly getting to more deep ones, and your tense shoulders relax.
Now it was his turn to argue in his own mind. He actually felt angry.
Angry at Calum, angry at you, angry at himself to the fact that he was mad at you just because you’re letting yourself get fucked over by Calum again and again.
He really just wished you’d snap back into reality, to realise that Calum doesn’t fucking deserve you at all. He wanted you to be happy, he wanted to see that smile that he loved, and the giggles that escaped from your lips whenever she heard dumb jokes that her friends would tell her.
And most importantly, he wanted you to know that he’s in so much love with you.
But you’ll never know.
do u guys want a part 2 or do i just leave it like this