Quiet ⇔ Muke

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Oh, hey. Don't mind me I just have no idea what I'm doing. I had plans for this chapter, but I ended up improvising instead hollaaaaa. Writing it made me sad, but I hope it satisifes you lovely people mmkay xx

PS: I think I suck at writing hate messages. I've never sent any (cause I ain't no hater) , but I tried to be an asshole, which I'm usually pretty good at, but it's so hard to bully my bby Michael. :( I came up with more weird twitter names that might be real usernames (I didn't actually check) so if they are, I don't know the owners and I'm sure they wouldn't send hate! On a different note, thanks so so so much for 2,000 + reads! <3

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Sitting in the closet, his knees curled up to his chest with his phone clutched in his hands, was not exactly what Michael planned to do when he made his exit from Luke's room, but upon finding Ashton and Calum to be occupying the other bedroom, there was really no other place for him to go.

Now he was trying to steady his breath as he cried. He had been doing that a lot lately, but who could blame him? As soon as he opened twitter, all he saw were hateful messages flooding his DM's. His heart broke a little bit more with each one that he opened.

From @Ashtonsdrummerboy: Do us all a favor and leave the band. You really bring no talent into 5sos and you're worthless anyways. Just leave

From @Hairlesscalum: You have the least amount of fans, you're fat, pale, and ugly, obnoxious and you can't sing. No one wants you in the band anymore. Nice try, Michael, but you really should just stop trying. #shushmichael

From @Bandanasandvans: Kill yourself, fag. #shushmichael

From: @ATLsos: Can u stop being a piece of shit, or is that too hard for you? Leave Luke alone, too. You're so mean to him. Either leave the band or kill urself, seriously.

From @Punkrockcake: Why are you so goddamn ANNOYING?! Just STOP already and shut up for once in your life and leave the other boys alone #shushmichael

Michael tried to bite back his sobs, but they ended up coming out anyway, loud and ugly "They're true." He cried into his knees, dropping his phone onto the carpeted floor. "Everything is t-true."

The crying boy didn't even try to convince himself otherwise. He knew the comments were right. He was a piece of shit. He was talent-less. He was worthless. If he didn't change soon, he might just listen to the fans and end it all. He had to try to make them happy. He had to try to be perfect.

As much as he didn't want to, Michael picked up his phone again and re-opened the hate messages, scrolling through every insult and making a mental notes on things he needed to change about himself. Eventually, he had come up with the perfect list in his notes.

1) Lose weight. A LOT of it.

2) Start wearing hats to hide your ugly hair.

3) Stop being obnoxious

4) Stop being mean to Luke

5) Stop being attracted to Luke

6) Leave the boys alone

7) Practice guitar more so you don't suck as much.

8) Lose more weight

9) Wear long sleeved shirts to hide your pathetic cuts

10) Be quiet

Michael wiped his face off, sniffling as he looked what he had typed out. As if on cue, his stomach growled as he reached number 8, which told him to lose even more weight. Michael put a hand over his stomach, aware that he hadn't consumed food in almost two days. But it was worth it. Losing weight meant he was one more step toward being better.