#michael 5sos

Harry’d be the type of boyfriend to give you piggy back rides, and talk about your dates, constantly look at you, and sex. Louis is really lucky like damn.

Me: what happens when she takes the short way home
Me: what happens when tomorrow dies bitch
Me: what happens when it goes under and under
Me: what happens when you wake up with Amnesia
Michael: I DONT KNOW MAN STOP IT
Me: WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SHE DOES STOP?!?
Michael: I’m done

Michael coming home to you crying because something was bothering you,he would go sit next to you and grab you so you were straddling his lap you would wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest. He would rub your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you were calmed down and ready to talk.

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Your P.O.V

I took a deep breath before I entered the place I was supposed to call home, but I’ve never felt like home here.. But right now I had no where else to go.

I walked into my bedroom and closed the connection with the outside world by locking my door.. I had just spent the whole day with my brothers girlfriend Halsey which had been exhausting, she could probably talk someone to death.. Sometimes I wonder how she has time to breathe between her rambling about nothing and everything at the same time.

I sat down on my bed and just stared blankly, I was to tired to do anything else.. I could barely keep my eyes open. I laid down with my upper body and kept my feet on the ground.. I looked on my phone to see what time it was, I had stupidly agreed to do one of Halsey’s deliveries.. Sometimes, quite often actually, I wish for a different life! Because the one I had right now, sucked!

I sat up again, turned on my speakers and connected them to my phone, because even though I soon had to leave I just needed the beautiful escape from reality that music provided me with.

I’m both grateful and.. Well..  not so grateful for the life I’ve gotten.

It all started when my brother met Marcus and after that everything went downhills.

Well actually it started earlier than that, two years ago my brother and I lost our parents in a car accident, our mother had died right away, but our father died at the hospital just hours later..

So we turned into what the society calls orphans and because non of us where 18 we had to spend a year in foster care. After that my brother turned 18 and he signed some papers which made him my legal guardian.

We spent the remaining of our money on some train ticket that would take us away from all the painful memories, after that we were broke, we had nowhere to go, nowhere to live and nothing to eat..

Not long after we arrived my brother meet Marcus and he immediately stared working for him!

After that my brother completely lost his mind, the sweet loving Dylan I had always known was gone, instead he had turned into someone I could barely recognize..

I don’t know if I should blame this business’ he’s in or Marcus. Luckily my brother wasn’t a user, he only delivered the drugs.. At least that’s what he’s always told me and I believe him.

When Marcus found out that Dylan and I still didn’t have a permanent place to live in, he took us in, gave my brother a promotion and gave us a home.. A home that felt more like a prison, because since the day I stepped a foot in this place security guards has been following every step I took.

But hey.. Look at us now!

Dylan is running the business and I.. Well.. I have a roof over my head and know how to use a gun, a knowledge I could of lived happily without!

I looked at my phone again to see that I had to leave soon, I had about 15 minutes to get Changed. The only problem is that we always text our costumer what clothes we will be wearing so they know what to look for and because this was Halsey’s gig I had to wear her clothes tonight and they were a few sizes to big due to her being a lot taller than myself.

It surprised me that Dylan would have her ask me. He’s usually very protective over me and he constantly say that he doesn’t what me to get involved.. I think it has to do with his bad conscience.. If I know my brother correctly I know this isn’t the life he wanted for us.

I packed the last of my stuff and unlocked my bedroom door only to be faced with a nervous looking Halsey, but I decided to not over think it.

“It’s time” she said and handed me the delivery. I still don’t understand why she couldn’t do the delivery herself, but when I asked her about that she didn’t really give me a real reason or excuse.

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The walk to where the delivery was supposed to be wasn’t far from my house, it was only about a 10 minute walk, so it wasn’t that bad.

I put on my head phones and used music as my company, I looked at the address Halsey had texted me earlier today, even though I told her it wasn’t necessary. I knew this part of the city very well, besides it was close to our local supermarket.. Unfortunately it had turned late so the supermarket had closed for today, it actually closed long before I got here.

I looked at the time again, the guy was 10 minutes late. It always annoyed me whenever someone was late.

“Where is he?” I mumbled to myself a bit aggravated. I sat down at the pavement and looked on my phone again out of boredom. I looked at my schedule for next week which was fully booked..

It had turned a little bit colder so picked up my leather jacket from my bag.. Well at least that’s what I tried to do, but it got stuck to something in the bag. I stood up and walked to one of the benches on the other side of rode, I put done my bag and tried to see whatever my jacket was stuck to.. Why do I always put so much stuff in my bag?

I was to busy looking through my bag, so I didn’t even notice the black van coming closer.. By the time I found my jacket it was too late!

A man dressed in black, jumped out of the van and grabbed me, luckily I got out from his grip. I stumbled up and ran the opposite direction as fast as I could, but he was still chasing me and I just knew  this would end badly.

I looked behind me to judge the distance between us, which was a big mistake.. Because as I turned around I missed the big rock that just randomly laid on the pavement.. I fell to the ground hands first and I could feel how the blood started to flow from my palms, but ignored the pain as I tried to push myself up again, but I only got on my knees when I felt his hands on my body again.

I turned around and stared into his cold eyes, that’s when I knew I recognized him from somewhere… But where?

He pulled me up from the ground and dragged me towards the van, tears started flowing as I screamed for help, that would never come.

He  pushed me into the van, where another guy sat behind the wheel. He had bleached hair and in the rear view I could see his green eyes.

A overwhelming feeling of fear consumed every bone in my body.

The boy that had pushed me into the van slammed the door behind us and as he turned his back against me I saw my chance!

I kicked him as hard as I possibly could “FUCK.. YOU LITTLE BITCH!” He screamed and pushed me so hard that my back hit the drives seat, the boy dressed in black was on his way to grab me again, so I turned around and put my arm around the drivers neck and added som pressure, while trying to kick the other boy off me.. Underneath his hoodie I could see his blond hair as he once again fell backwards.. “Oliver. Get. Her. Off. Me!” The driver breathed out, his little call for help drowning in panic.

The Oliver boy picked something up from the floor and before I even had time to see what it was, everything turned dark..

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I stared to grow semi conscious, I couldn’t move, but I could feel every bump on the road, every turn we made, how my head was aching and how my hands were tied. I couldn’t see because someone had placed a bag over my head, but I could still hear a phone ringing and then a voice.. “Sorry boss.. She’s a fighter” someone said with a soft chuckle.

Boss? So they’re obviously working for someone, but who?  My brother have more enemies than I can count on both of my hands.. So many that would just love to get an opportunity like this.

I guess I’ll get to know sooner or later.. I felt how the car started to slow down so I would bet my money on sooner rather than later. Finally the car stopped completely and for some reason I felt awfully calm, but I could still hear my own heartbeat.

I heard how the car door opened and after that two sets of hands grabbed me and harshly pulled me out of the car.

As I grew more conscious, I started to struggled more, but they had a hard grip around my upper arms so it was pointless.

I heard how someone opened a door, and how it closed behind us.. After that we stopped.

“You’re sure that’s her?” A new voice asked. “Yeah, we’re sure” one of my captures answered.. I recognized his voice.. I think it was that Oliver boy.

Suddenly the bag over my head got removed, I flinched at the bright light and tried to but my hand over my face only to be reminded that I had tape around my wrists, how could o forget?

When  my eyes got used to the extreme brightness I could see him.. He was a lot taller than the other two, he looked a few years older than me.. But only a year or two.

Of course I knew who he was.. With those eyes I would be able to recognize him anywhere.

Luke Hemmings.. The boy with sapphire eyes.. And by just looking into them I could see how much he knew that he had fucked up!

The feelings I could see on his eyes  humored me.. A little bit of panic, a little bit of fear and a whole lot of anger!

I looked around me and took in my surroundings, I’ve always wondered where he has been hiding out, since he’s been next to impossible to find!

Wherever we are, it looked like a big warehouse or something.. Cement floor, white walls and a metal stair case, in the middle there was a table full of different papers, but I could really see what they said.

I looked at him again and smirked.. I couldn’t decide if he looks scared or raging right now.

But I knew one thing!

“My brother will kill you for this!”

Luke’s P.O.V

I had probably gone over the so called flawless plan, hundreds of times mentally. Nothing could go wrong, correction.. Nothing was ALOUD to go wrong.

A kidnapping that could in no possible way go wrong.

“Emelie when’s the pick up?” I asked the girl who had her hands full with a bunch of different papers, double checking everything so it was going according the plan, down to every single move.

“The target should be at the picked out location in 20 minutes” she said and looked at her watch that sat on her small wrist.

Emelie was one of the most hard working employees here and she had worked her ass off for this, I felt bad for doubting her plan.. But how could I not when I was risking everything for this?

I hated putting her in situations like this, but at the same time she was the one who came up with the plan.

Emelie had worked her way into the home of one Dylan O'brien through his precious girlfriend, Halsey!

The plan was actually very simple, but it wasn’t exactly bulletproof.

Emelie had successfully becoming one of Halsey’s best friend by earning her trust when she defended her from a drunk asshole (aka Oliver one of my new employees.)

Since then she’s been on dangerous territory and to be honest If somehow, something would go wrong they could easily trace Emelie back to me!

And if it wasn’t difficult enough two of my former employees joined Dylan not too long ago so Emelie had to act, dress and be anything but herself..

Dylan and his baby sister moved here last year.. They were nothing but street rats but somehow Dylan got some attention from a man called Marcus Hale who was running one of the biggest drug cartels in town and of course he needed someone to do his dirty work.. So Dylan quickly became Marcus new golden boy.

Now the word around the streets was that he had adopted Dylan and his sister and that he had left Dylan in charge, but of course Marcus still gets his share..

The one big difference between Dylan and Marcus, just a few things that Marcus had that Dylan don’t… boundaries! rules and respect for his competitors. And that’s why we’re in this mess to begin with!

I looked at the map again “Michael you and Oliver will wait in this ally!” I explained and pointed it out on the map that laid amongst all the other Papers that was scattered around the table.

Emelie had told Halsey to meet her at the supermarket just a few blocks away, all that was left to do was go down there and grab her!

But even though the simplest thing could fuck this up I felt somewhat calm.

“The target will be wearing blue boyfriend jeans and a black over sized sweater with denim washed vans!” Emelie explained and gave Oliver a photo of Halsey as he was the one grabbing her.

“Don’t fuck this up” she said and kissed Michael good luck before leaving the room, at least that’s what she says it mean.. but to be honest I never fully believed that, I believe that she does it out of fear.. that it might be the last time she sees him alive.

It must be nice.. To love someone else that much and be equally as loved in return.. One day maybe I’ll feel that way too, but right now my life  feels  complicated enough without a relationship to worry about.

Michael was my left hand, he and Emelie have been with me since the beginning and they were the only two I could trust in the mix of criminals I had running around here.

For me.. trust was a luxury, especially with this type of job. I’ve already been betrayed of people I’ve considered family.. In the beginning Ashton, Calum and Michael was all I had when my ‘real’ family found out what paid my bills.. my father exact words was and I quote 'I’m not gonna let the rest of my family get involved with criminals and scums like you’ my mom calls me once and awhile, but other than that I haven’t talked to the rest of my family.. They packed their bags and left the city and I guess I don’t blame them.

I hadn’t been playing much attention to what was happening around me so when I looked up from the piles of paper and months of planning I saw that Michael and Oliver still standing there.. My mind was distance to say the least.

My phone started buzzing signaling that it was about 5 more minutes before they had to leave. suddenly the room felt a couple degrees hotter, my mind was a train wreck.. 'It’s not to late to cancel, Dylan will kill you if he finds out.. You are risking everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve!’

“Okay..” I sighed and tried to shake the thoughts away, I took a deep breath before going over the plan one last time.

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I threw the car keys to Michael who catched them and then left with Oliver close behind him.

I leaned back on the table and rubbed my eyes.. I swear if one of those idiots mess this up..thoughts about the multiple things that could go wrong filled me.. What if they missed her? what if she wasn’t alone? What if..?

I looked at the watch that was hung on the wall.. Every second that past made me feel more anxious, more frustrated, waiting was the worst part!

A thin layer of sweat covered my skin due to their delayed arrival.

I couldn’t afford any mistakes or second thoughts, This war between Dylan and I had gone on for too long, it was bad for business.. Stealing my costumers, selling on my streets.. I’m not even mad about that, no.. I’m pissed because last week Dylan and his boys made a bold move stealing my shipping with pour heroine.. So I’m 'stealing’ Halsey, just until I get my stuff back.

Like my father used to say 'every sin has its own price’

Well someone have to bring that kid down to earth, ever since he started working for Marcus he seemed to believe that he was untouchable.. Maybe this will show him his own insignificance.

My phone started ringing and Michael’s name flashed on the screen.

I tried to collect my thoughts and concentrate before answering

“Where the hell are you!” I growled. It took awhile before Michael answered my question, but when he did, he sounded out of breath.

“Sorry boss.. She’s a fighter” Michael chuckled lightly, I sighed to myself.. sometimes that boy could be dumber than the meth heads!

“Just. Get. Here… NOW!” I shouted and threw away the phone after hanging up.

I never should’ve gone through with this stupid, fucking plan.

I heard the back door slam open, but that wasn’t the only thing heard.. I watched as Michael and Oliver dragged the screaming girl between them, she was tied up with duck tape and a old bag was placed over her head, not that it stopped her from trying to fight them.

But something felt wrong about her.. She looked a lot shorter than Halsey, nor did she sound like her.. “You’re sure that’s her?” I asked Michael while a bad feeling grew in my gut, every bone in my body told me something was wrong. Sure she was wearing what Emelie had told us she would, but there was still something that felt off about her!

“Yeah, we’re sure” Oliver answered with confidence and pulled the bag from her head and as he did he realized his mistake.. Instead of a big mess of blue hair.. Was just a big mess!

A big mess with dirt blonde hair and moss green eyes.

Her makeup was smudge and her cheeks were stained by her mascara. Her eyes inspected millimeter of my body until they eventually locked with mine.. A deranged smirk formed on her lips where it remained.

A drop of blood from her lip landed on the cement floor.. This is bad.

I couldn’t look away from her, I don’t know what it was about her, but I was unable to even think when I stared into those eyes.. I was captivated.

She looked to the side and emptied her throat which interrupted my train of thoughts, her voice was low and raspy as she hissed.

“My brother will kill you for this!”

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i’m pretty much in love with him