What have you done, Michael?

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Storms POV

On Sunday, I stay in my room as much as possible apart from when one of the boys comes to drag me downstairs at mealtimes, and the boys seem to get the message and leave me alone. I did try to empty my stomach last night of the food I was being forced to eat but Ashton is sneakier than I thought and caught me. I don't appreciate being checked on and kept after meals but I can deal with it if it means that they will leave me alone the rest of the time

It's been a few minutes since I finished getting ready for bed and it is relatively quiet in my room so you can't blame me when I jump as someone knocks on my door. I open it before moving back to my bed, watching Michael appear and close the door behind himself.

"Storm," He drags out my name annoyingly.

Uh oh. I know him well enough to know that he is up to something, something that usually means trouble for me. I raise an eyebrow at him to go on.

"You know how we're all staying here," I nod and he continues. "Well, how would you like to have some extra friends at school tomorrow?" He asks.

It takes me a second to understand what he is getting at but once I catch on, I exclaim. "Are you insane? You seem to forget that one of you technically isn't in school anymore, you and Calum dropped out and, oh yeah, you're famous. Do you want to start a riot?"

"Technically Ash could still go if he wanted to go; we could talk to the head teacher about it. Calum and I dropped out, yes, but that gives us a reason to be there. Luke should technically still be in school anyway and the riot part sounds exaggerated. Yes, we are well known, but can't we have a normal life too?" He tries to reason.

"No, Michael. Fans don't care if you're on your day off, if it's the only way to get close to you then they will do anything. You will start a riot or get mobbed and hurt. Please, Mikey, I love you guys. Please don't go through with this." I beg.

"Umm, well, about that. It's kind of too late." He says quickly before darting out of the door before I can even react to what he said.

I groan as I fall back against my pillows. I love him, I really do, but there are some days where I really want to kill him. He causes so much trouble that I could strangle him sometimes.

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