Hey guys! Sooo, I hope you liked the last chapter. I thought it was a really cute moment when they met. And there will be more cute moments, obviously, but there will have to be some sad moments considering the type of fanfiction this is. And I know some parts may be triggering that's why if a part could be triggering, ill put a warning after the authors note on that part explaining the trigger warnings. This will be one of the sad(ish) chapters, but its also good because something happens and I think it's cute. Okay, so check for the Trigger warnings and enjoy!

TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm, Thoughts of suicide, Bullying

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Claire's p.o.v.:

*The Monday after the concert*

I walked into school today with a bit more confidence than I usually do. I felt pretty. All because of what Michael said to me when I met him. I haven't tried texting or calling him yet. I'm too nervous. I was walking to my locker and I was just about to open it when BAM! I was suddenly slammed into my locker. "What the hell?!" I said as I looked at who did it. There they were. The pops, or Populars. Jennifer, Jessica, and Ally. Jennifer and Jessica were just the side people and Ally was the queen bee. Needless to say I hate all three of them. They make my life more of a living hell than it already is. "Sorry, you're just so fat that you take up all the space in the hallway." Ally said and smirked, her little minions snickering behind her. "Shut up." I said. "I'm sorry what?" Ally said. "I said, shut up!" I said, a little louder this time. "Really? Cause all I heard was 'Moo'." She said. I clenched my jaw and tried to keep from crying. "Awe is the cow gonna cry?" Ally said in a baby voice. I felt the tears sting my eyes, but tried to ignore them. "You should cry! You're so worthless. No girl wants to be your friend cause you're ugly and no guy wants to date you cause you're fat." She said. I turned around and walked away. I got in my car and drove back home. No ones home, thank God. Mom's at her work and Dad's at his. Good. I rushed inside and to my room. I slammed the door and threw my bag on the bed. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself. All their words came rushing back. 'Fat, Ugly, Cow'. I took slow deep breaths. 'You'll be okay. You can do this.' I tell myself. I walk over to the bed and pull my phone out. I log onto twitter and check Michael's feed. He has nothing new, but I have like 20 mentions, which is very unusual for me. I check them, and my heart drops. Tweet after tweet from kids at my school saying awful things.

heyitsjames: Ur srsly worthless

jessicajames07: No one likes you

jenniferwilliams07: U literally look like a cow. Or a pig. Whichever's fattest.

allymae08: U should rlly just kill urself.

They're right. I walk to the bathroom, sit on the floor, grab my blade, and roll up my sleeve. If I'm gonna kill myself, I'm not gonna do it painless. First, I'll cut, then I'll take sleeping pills. Peace at last right? I put the blade to my wrist and cut it. I cut all up and down my arm. At least 20. Maybe more. I rinse my blade and wrist off. I look at myself one last time. I grab by blade again and cut words into my arm. 'Pig'. 'Fat.' 'Cow.' 'Worthless.' I rinse the blade and my wrist off again. I stare at myself for a few minutes. And after those few minutes, I broke down. I started balling right then and there. I need someone to talk to. If I don't talk to someone, I'll end up finishing what I started. I dried my tears and went back to my phone. I don't know who to even call. I sat down on my bed and sighed. That's when a piece of paper on my nightstand caught my eye. It was the paper Michael had written his number on. There's no way he actually gave me his number right? Well, it cant hurt to try at this point. I dial his number and hope for the best.

*Riiiiinnnngggg* *Riiiiiinnnnngggg* *Riiiiiinnnnnngggg*

Michael: Hello?

Me: Hi Michael, it's Claire.

Michael: Oh hey! Are you okay? You sound upset.

Me*crying*: No. I'm not. Check my twitter account.

Michael: (after checking twitter) Oh no. Claire I'm so sorry. Please tell me you didn't cut.

Me: I'm so sorry Michael. I couldn't help it. I almost committed, until I called you.

Michael: Don't apologize. I understand. Just take deep breathes and listen to my voice okay?

Me: Okay.

Michael: Claire, I am not going to tell you its going to be okay, because its probably not. But, you've got to listen to me when I say that you have so much to live for. And you have to stay around. If not for yourself, then for your friends and family. They need you. And I will be the first to tell you that you are a far stretch from any of those things those people said about you. You are so unbelievably beautiful. You are far from fat. And you are so important. I knew that from the moment I first looked at you. You are the farthest thing from worthless, you hear me?

Me: Thank you so much Michael. That means more than you'll ever know.

Michael: Anytime. I meant every word. Now, I'm supposed to go meet up with boys and Cal's girlfriend at the mall in town. How would you like to join me?

Me: Are you serious?

Michael: That would be why I asked.

Me: Sure, I'd love to!

Michael: Great! Text me your address and I'll be there in 10.

Me: Okay.

Michael: Sounds Good

Me: Feels Good

Michael: You did not just.

Me: I might've. Sorry its a habit.

Michael: No! Its cute! Alright well text me and ill see you in a few okay?

Me: Okay.

Michael: Byeeeeee.

Me: Byeeeeeeee.

After we hung up, I texted him my address and threw my phone down beside me. Then, I may or may not have jumped up and down on the bed. "Oh my gosh I have to find something to wear! I cant go out and meet 5SOS looking like this?!" I said and jumped off my bed, rushing to my closet.