We are one
chapter three
"Boys!" I started, but Mark stopped me, cause he wanted to say this.
"Lads! You guys said that you think that Michala shouldn't tour around with us any more, but Michala and I think that she should, right Mixi?" Mark asked.
"Right. Do you guys remember how I was when Westlife started to take off and tour around the world?" I asked.
"Yes." Bryan said and continued: "You where always sad, you didn't say much. You have changed so much."
"Mark and Michala, what are you trying to do?" Nicky asked.
"We are trying to make you see that Michala should stay on tour with us." Mark said.
"Mark, I thought we went through this." Shane said.
"No, we talked about it, but we only found out that I should talk with Michala about it, and I did and she didn't want to go." Mark said and started to get a bit mad.
"Michala, don't you see that a 16 year old girl shouldn't tour around like this, she should be home with her mom and dad, got to a real school, hang out with her friends, get in trouble and date?" Kian asked.
"Michala tell them what you told me last night!" Mark said.
"Mark don't you get it? They don't what me to hang around any more. They have had me hanging around the last three years or so, and they are getting tired of me, don't you see that?" I got up and ran out of the restaurant, with tears running down my cheeks
"Michala! Come back!" Bryan yelled, but I just kept running, I got a cape and told the driver to drive me to the hotel. It was first later, Mark told me what had happen after I left:
"What did she tell you last night?" Shane asked Mark.
"Well she just said that..." Mark told them what I had told him.
"She really said that?" Nicky asked
"Isn't she over Matt yet?" Ronan asked, Mark looked shocked at Ronan, and said:
"You should be one of the last persons to ask that! How did you fell when your mom died?" The guys talked a bit more and then they went back to the hotel so they could talk to me.
"Michala, can we come in?" Kian asked when he knocked on the door to mine and Mark's room.
"Who's stopping you?" I asked, lying on my bed. The five guys came in.
"Michala, we have been talking." Ronan said and Shane continued: "And we have found out that if you want to say on tour with us, then that is what you should."
"I don't believe this!" I said. "You guys want me to stay, but you are tired of me. I can't stay! You guys just don't get it."
"Michala!" Bryan said.
"Don't even bother." I said. "I have already packed, and I have talked to my mom, and when you guys are going to...where ever you are going tomorrow, I'm going home."
"Michala! You can't do that!" Mark yelled. "I can't tour with out you. I can't be on the stage and know that you are not there when I get off stage. As you said: ‘I'll only be a half person.’"
"You should have thought about that before." I said.
"Do something!" Mark said to the others.
"Mixi!" Shane said.
"What did you call me?" I asked
"Mixi."
"You have never called me that before."
"I know, but Mixi you gotta believe that we don't want you to go."
"I don't get you Shane, I simply don't get you. First you say you thought you guys had went through this, and now you say you want me to stay. Does that make sense to you? ‘Cause I definitely don't get it."
"Then don't get it and stay with us, please. I love you so much, I don't want to be away from you." Mark said and came over, gave me a kiss and repeated himself, but now in a whisper while he had his arms around me: "I love you."
"Ok, I'll stay!" I said in a whisper while I was crying, and I gave Mark a kiss.
