(WARNING: This chapter is literally everywhere like idek but you get more of Michael's background. Listen to the song above when he sings it to make it more interesting.)

Michaels POV

The day that they spray-painted fag on my locker was a breaking point. Running out all I heard where the words 'Luke doesn't like fags.' playing through my mind like a bad song that wouldn't get out. I ran out of the school doors all the way home to my small, two bedroom house.

The only person I lived with was my grandmother, Nino. She was my only option. I was the product of a one night stand. Reckless twenty year old woman, that wasn't gonna slow down her party life- style to raise a kid. I doubt she ever even told my father, though I've never really felt the need to find out.

As soon as I was born my mother packed all her shit, leaving me alone for her mother to find screaming in her bedroom. Money really wasn't an issue for me growing up. My grandfather served in the war, dying in battle. & every month to this day she still gets a five grand as a sort of pension. She always done her best to give me a normal life, & for the most part she did.

But even if my life was regular that couldn't have stopped me being gay, or the Luke incident. She was the one of the only ones in my life who was ever accepting of me. It's fun to think back on all the old memories I have with her, all the simple moments. She was truly like a mom. One of my fondest memories are these little outings we'd go on.

Sometimes we'd go to this subways in the mall, the same one every time that was near Hot Topic. It was a routine. Go in, buy warm cookies & chocolate milk,sit by the window, & just sit looking at cute boys & talking about life.

But anyways back to the story at hand. I ran to my house thankful my Nino wasn't home & cried. I cried, & cried, & cried. I don't know how I had that many tears, but I do know that I was defiantly dehydrated afterwards. I had sat crying about school, Luke, & life in general. That was on a Wednesday.

Thursday I didn't do anything. I sat in bed all day not moving. Friday my Nino begged me to get out of bed & eat something, so I finally got up. I always updated my YouTube channel on Friday, but that day I couldn't be bothered. But I did do something that day. I wrote. I grabbed my songbook & wrote. So much inspiration comes from pain & I channeled it completely into my writing. I wrote full songs beginning to end, & I wrote the guitar notes scribbled under the words to go with them. I woke up the next day, drooling on my desk.

A fresh wave of sadness hit me right as I got up to stretch. I just slowly sat down to lean on my wall, just thinking. Thinking about everything.

I always drove an hour out to Greendale to Sydney & played on street corners on Saturdays. That way no one at school ever seen me & some people actually did appreciate what I thought to be my talent. It also gave me a way to make w little extra money, but I never kept it.

Another routine of mine. I used to always go to the apartment building down the block from where I played & gave all my earnings to this women named Nicole. She was a really nice young lady, only twenty two, who had a nice little two year old daughter named Ruby. They weren't the most fortunate family, living paycheck to paycheck.

Nicole almost never accepted my money easily. If she was working I always used to order a thing of water in a to go cup, which doesn't cost a thing, & request Nicole as my waitress. Then leave everything in a tip & say bye. If she wasn't I visited her & Ruby, & sneak it somewhere she could easily find it. Like in one of Ruby's little shoes or a cookie-jar. I knew she didn't like handouts, but she was always thankful.

I knew what she done with it. No matter what amount she kept have for things Ruby wanted like toys, & half she put in a trust fun account for her when she gets older for her to pursue a career, wether it by studying in college or going to beauty school to be a hair stylist. Even if she wanted to be something that you didn't have to go to school for like a carpenter Nicole wanted to have the money prepared for whatever Ruby wanted to do.

Anyways, again, back to the story. I felt so bad. I hadn't ever missed a Saturday since I started going. I just didn't feel emotionally stable. I didn't know if I was actually okay enough to go out & play.

All of a sudden my phone -which was across the room from me on my bed- started playing music. Not just any song, Weightless By All Time Low. The funny thing though, my phone had been dead since Thursday. & I hadn't bothered to even look for a charger.

I took it as a sign. Maby it was, maby it wasn't but I know if it wouldn't have happened I wouldn't be anywhere near where I am today.

"Maby it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year."

& then just like that, my mood switched faster than I light. I was determined. Looking back I know, even if someone or something would've tried to stop me, nothing would've stopped me from going to Sydney that day. I jumped up from where I sat on the floor, feeling like I had an adrenalin rush, & threw my shirt off.

I yanked off my briefs, pulling on a fresh pair of boxers & a pair of my prized black skinny jeans. I grabbed a random shirt & went hurriedly through my top drawer, quickly throwing on my black All Time Low hoodie.

I grabbed my phone off my bed, which somehow had went from dead to 73%, & yanked my car keys off my bedside table. I raced outside to my car, dropping in the drivers seat. My eyes had went to the rear view mirror to make sure my guitar was still laid in the back floorboard, then I was off. Making my way to Sydney, plugging the aux cord into my phone & turning my playlist all the way up.

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When I got to Sydney around four PM I parked in the parking lot of a yogurt shop, & walked for about ten minutes till I got to my usual street corner. I dropped my guitar case on the ground, then slowly sat down & crossed my legs Indian style.

I turned my case my way, pulling out my old acoustic that I got as a gift for my thirteenth birthday. I turned the case back around & left it open, strumming a little before I started playing the intro to Weightless.

At around five thirty I noticed a man ,that couldn't have been taller than 5'7 & had feathery hair, has been watching me from the small crowd of people coming & going for atleast ten minutes. But I had just shrugged it off & started the beginning of Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Green Day.

In the middle of the song I looked up to see the man looking straight at me while talking on the phone, then disappearing down the street. About five minutes later he came back with another man, in a large hat & a floral print shirt with a thin blazer like jacket pulled over it , who also was wearing shades.

Little did I know that the next few moments would be life changing for me.

FLASHBACK

"This next song is called Heartache On The Big Screen" I say trailing off ready to play my favorite new song I just wrote. i smiled at the group of people before I looked down & started playing.

"Started out like, in the movies
But it ended- like a bad dream. Curtain opened, heard the crowd roar
This one's a repeat, seen it before.

Rewind to the start before it all went wrong
What's going on?

Fastforward to the end, after everyone's gone home
& they've forgotten it all.

This ain't a movie that I wanna see
A tragic story, starring you & me
Yell "cut" we're stuck inside this scene.
This is heartache on the big screen
The clock is tickin, & I'm out of time.
The cameras rolling, & I forgot my lines
My script is ripped & now I see

This is heartache on the big screen
This is heartache on the big screen.

Curtain closes on this cliché
Like a story of a bad day
Back to square one where I started
As I stand here broken-hearted

Fast forward to the end after everyone's gone home
& they've forgotten it all

This ain't a movie that I wanna see
A tragic story, starring you & me
Yell "cut", we're stuck inside this scene
This is heartache on the big screen
The clock is ticking, & I'm out of time
The cameras rolling, & I forgot my lines
My script is ripped & now I see

This is heartache on the big screen

If Hollywood could see me now
I'd get the starring role
But they won't so I'll just keep on acting a fool.

This ain't a movie that I wanna see
A tragic story, starring you & me
Yell "cut" we're stuck inside this scene
Yeah

The clock is ticking, & I'm out of time
The cameras rolling, & I forgot my lines
My script is ripped & now I see

This is heartache on the big screen
This is Heartache on the big screen.
THIS IS HEARTACHE ON THE BIG SCREEN."

When I finished came up to me putting dollar bills in my case, until someone dropped in a hundred pound note.
"Uhm I think you made a mistake." I say then look up to see the feathery haired guy that's been watching me & the man he came back with earlier.

"No I assure you it wasn't a mistake. Would you talk with us for a minute." The feathery haired man said with a thick unmistakeable British accent, motioning between him & the man he'd came back with. I looked down at my phone to see it was nearly six PM. "Sure I was just about to pack up." I said leaning over from where I was still sitting to grab my guitar case.

I collected all the money & put it safely in my hoodie, carefully putting my guitar in its case & shutting it. I stood stood up from the ground, grabbing my guitar case. "As long as you don't mind walking somewhere with me."

"Sure." the shorter of the two immediately replied. The taller one jerked his head to the side staring at the boy who was still facing me. "Relax, I promise I'm not a serial killer." I assured sending a small smile & leading the way to Nicole's hotel.

The smaller of the two walked beside me with arms crossed & a closed mouth smile, that looked almost cocky, as the other trailed behind us muttering "That's exactly what a serial killer would say."

Soon enough we got to the hotel & walked straight from the lobby into the restaurant part, right or where the hostess stood. "Nicole?" The woman who's name tag read 'Tonya' said. "Yea." I said walking to a booth twords the corner of the room.

I sat down on one side, the pair choosing to take the other sitting beside each other across from me. I sorta just looked down at my hands till Nicole walked over. "Medium water in a to go cup &..." She said already having memorized my order.

"Would you guys like anything." I asked trying to be polite. "No thank you." "A medium pink lemonade in a to go cup also please." They simultaneously spoke, the feathery haired man having said no. The man with the hat reached into his jacket, presumably looking for his wallet, before I spoke out. "No it's okay I took you here." I say showing the hospitality my Nino raised me with.

The man just shrugged & removed his hand from his coat/blazer. "That'll be exactly three dollars." Nicole said when she returned with our drinks. I pulled out the three dollars, then separated the rest & handed it to her.

"Keep the change."

"Michael."

"What." I said sounding completely clueless to why she'd be saying this, even though j knew good & well why. "I cannot except this, it's well over two hundred dollars."

"Nicole we've all-ready been over this. If you don't take the direct tip it gets set on the table. If it gets set on the table & you refuse to take it any other waitress could come up & get it, & I guarantee they won't need it as much as you do." She still looked hesitant so I added "You can use it to pick up q few extra things for Ruby."

"Fine, only because there are these boots I've been dying to get her & you have company with you waiting for you to leave." With that I bid her goodbye & we all walked back outside.

"Is Ruby your daughter?" The feathery haired lad spoke. "No" I answered him with a laugh. "Well is Nicole your girlfriend." The man with the slow drawl asked me. "No." I said, but then hesitated. Well I haven't been in the closet for years & I'm not going back.

"That would be actually really wierd." & the oh so curious feather haired boy asked "Why?". Closets are for jackets not sexualities I repeated in my head. "Well." I said trying not to give a blunt answer. "Because my stone rolls the other way."

At this the two grown men stopped walking & 'N sync turned thier heads to the side. "I walk on the other side of the street." I sped up my tone when they still looked confused. "I bat for the other team." I said really quickly barely taking a space before saying "I'm gay."

At that both of their months make the "Ohhh" noise as a look of realization crosses their faces. "Look if your going to throw your drink at me or scream about how I'm going to hell could you please get it over with." I asked with a sigh. "That would be quite hypercritical of us." The taller male spoke, & now it's my turn to be confused.

"Why?" "I though he was just playing it cool but I really think he genuinely doesn't know who we are Lou." So that's what the shorter guys name is. "Allow me to introduce ourselves." Lou spoke. "I'm Louis Stylinson & this is my husband Harry."

I then stuck out my hand politely, giving them a smile. "& I'm Michael Clifford." Instead of either of them taking my hand Harry just tilted his head "You still don't recognize us do you?" He asked. "Well,no. But your last name sounds familiar. Do you have any family from Greendale?"

Louis shook his head while grinning as I'm standing here getting really confused. "Your an aspiring young artist. I assume you know what Independence Day Records is." Louis spoke.

"Yes. Independence Day Records is a well known is a well known music label & one of the most successful in the world. They've signed popular acts such as Paramore & best selling solo artist Calum Hood." I turned into Wikipedia for like two minutes.

"& who owns that label." Harry asked very slowly. "Larry Stylinson." I spoke. OH. I've had an a ha moment. "Are you related to him?" "No." Harry spoke with a face that said 'are you actually serious' & a flat tone. "Michael what's or names." Louis asked. "Louis & Harry." I reply easily.

Then Louis frantically started to motion between his & Harry's faces. "Louis & Harry." I mumble under my breath. "Oh is that like a relationship name?" I asked dumbly. "Yes." Harry huffed out. "& finally he gets it." Louis says clapping.

"Wait. So I've been
talking to the people that signed my all time favorite solo artist, & it took me like fifteen minutes to figure it out." "Basically." Louis said throwing his head back laughing while his husband gave him I fond look. "Stop laughing at me." I said crossing my arms. "Awe look Harry he's pouting."

I just stood there with my arms crossed & pouting like a child till Louis was done teasing me. "Look Michael do you know why I'm talking to you?" "To take the piss out of a boy who thought Larry was a fifty year old man." I responded to his comment.

"He's cheeky Lou, I like it. Most people would hyperventilate talking to you. "I know." he spoke back to Harry like I wasn't even here. "He's exactly like Hood." he turned to address me while I'm just standing here trying to bite back a grin, because he just compared me to CALUM HOOD.

"I'm twenty five & Harrys twenty three. Even if you added our ages you wouldn't get fifty. & no that's not why. You've got real talent Michael. "Yea." Harry started it add in "Even from that one song I heard you sing I can tell you've got some serious talent. What song even was that?"

I was ecstatic from the praise but tried to remain calm on the outside, smiling a little wondering where this conversation was leading. "Actually it was an original. I just wrote the music & the lyrics yesterday." I said with a smile.

"No, fucking way." Harry said with a wierd smile where his mouth was open showing only the top row of teeth. "Today was the first time I've actually played it." I added. "Listen kid, I think I'm speaking for Harry & I when I say, we'd love to sign you." I temporarily just stopped breathing.

I was just told that I was good enough to be signed to the same label as CALUM FUCKING HOOD. "All you have to do is come by one of our studios & audition." Louis spoke before Harry added "Just me, Lou, & Maby one or two of our colleagues. But I'll tell you one thing. Play as good as you did today & your in. Just schedule an appointment."

"So we've got to go." Louis said looking down to pull out his wallet, bringing out a card & holding it in front of me, before looking up & giving me a big open mouthed smile.

"But call us if you wanna be famous." He said before placing it in my hand, turning around in the opposite direction, & leaving sigh Harry. I just stood stunned, holding a card that could possibly change my future.

(A.N. Wow. 3118 words without counting this A.N.this is the longest thing I've ever written. I told you it was all over the place though. Dedicated to FallingOutBoys13 because I seem to always promise her updates. I haven't updated this because 1. One of my other books which is CALM had a whole chapter deleted, & 2. I've already planned a story line for this & my story plan went missing & I was just pissed at writing for a while. #IfYouWannaBeFamous or #Weightless if you liked this chapter. The whole song thing was wierd but hey it was original. But hey two updates in one month. 07/01/15 & I know it's July first here but I started finishing typing yesterday & its still June thirtieth in some places. Question Of The Day: What's your favorite 5SoS ship? My Answer: Mine I guess is Lashton, like, that's what I came for. but then a read one Muke book & it had me confused af about my feelings. So now I'm just reading both & avoiding that question any way I can."