The Princess and the Punk

***1 Year Later***
Amelie's POV
***flashback***
"I just don't know what to do." I said sadly.
"He won't come out of his room?" Asked Calum.
"Only to go to the loo." I said.
"Have you talked to his Aunt?" Asked Ashton.
"Yes, she drove down to see if she could coax him out. It didn't help though, it just got worse." I admitted sadly.
"We'll go talk to him." Luke said standing up.
I led them upstairs to the room were Michael was held a prisoner to his own thoughts.
"Michael? It's Calum, the guys are all here. We want to talk." He said knocking on the door.
"Go away! There's nothing to talk about." He yelled angrily.
"Come on mate, we just want to help." Luke said.
"I don't need your help." He yelled.
"Mikey please." I begged.
"What the hell do you want?" He said flinging open the door.
"We need to talk." I said sternly.
His room was a complete mess. The the smell was unbearable, the bed was unmade, and the sheets were extremely dirty. His face was unshaved and his hair was a mess.
"Mike you have to pull yourself together, Amelie needs you. We need you." Calum said.
"Well I don't need you, I don't need any of you." He said darkly.
"I can't keep waiting around this house. I can't just leave food at your door and pray you'll eat. I need you." I said sadly.
"She needs you man." Ashton said.
"Damn it I said I don't need you!" He said, his voice was harsh and full of rage.
"I am done with you toying with my emotions and my heart. I am tired of you being angry at everyone and everything, especially me. I left everything I ever knew for you and this is how you treat me? When you decide to pull yourself together and get out of this damn house let me know." I yelled.
He just sat on the bed silent and emotionless.
"Say something damn it!" I yelled.
Still silent.
"Unbelievable. " I said walking out.
I gathered my belongings and never looked back.
****
"What can I get you today sir?" I asked the large man with a dark thick mustache.
"Just a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin." He said, his voice had a thick accent.
"How would you like your coffee?" I asked cheerfully as possible.
"Black." He said.
"Coming right up sir." I replied.
Things have been difficult since I left Michael. I now live in a small costal town called Whitby. I struggle to pay bills sometimes, I don't always have money and I'm okay with that. This town has done me good, it has helped me realize who I am and what I want to do with my life.
"C'mon Amy get back to work!" Scott my manager yelled.
"Yes sir." I said quickly getting back to work.
"He's such an ass." Said Valarie, my new friend and co-worker.
"Yes he definitely is." I said laughing.
I grabbed the customer a blueberry muffin and his coffee and brought it back to his table.
"Here you go coffee black and a blueberry muffin. Can I get anything else for you?" I asked.
"No this is good, thank you." He said smiling.
I walked over to my next table.
"What can I get you today?" I asked focusing on my notepad .
" I'll have a cup of coffee, black, the pancakes with a side of hash browns." Said a familiar Australian voice.
Michael....
I felt my blood run cold and my heart began beating faster.
"Anything else?" I asked scared to look up.
"No thank you." He said bluntly.
How'd he find me? What does he want?
"Do you know him?" Valarie questioned.
"I used too." I said as the memories flashed in my mind.
"Coffee black, pancakes, and a side of hash browns." I said setting it out in front of him.
"Thank you." He said smiling.
I missed that smile more than anything.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Yes." He said seriously.
"What?" I asked.
"You princess, all I ever want is you." He said emotionally.
"Well you didn't say anything the day I left." I said remembering the words he never said.
"I wasn't myself, I was in a bad place." He said sadly.
"Michael what are you doing here?" I finally asked.
"My mum led me here..." He started.

Only one more chapter left! I hope you liked this one! -Dee xx

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