Morgan's POV

"Morgan come on! Open up the door." I heard Michael's yelling an banging on my apartment door all the way to my room. I groaned and covered my head with the bedsheets in hopes that if I ignore him he'll finally leave.

The sound of the front door opening and closing didn't phase me until Michael came inside my bedroom to annoy me. "Who was that girl walking out of your apartment?" I wonder why he keeps asking me that when he's perfectly aware that I don't know any of them.

Ignore him and he'll go away.

"I'm not gonna go so you better start talking." Michael took the covers off my face—blinding me with the morning sunlight.

"Fuck off man." I put my pillow over my head and turned around.

"Get up Morgan."

"Leave me alone Michael."

He proceeded to take my pillow and throw it somewhere in the bedroom, "You missed work yesterday—that's the third time in two weeks! Do you want to get fired so bad? Now get the hell up and go shower, you stink of sex and booze."

"Isn't it too early for you to be annoying me." I grumbled and rested my face against the mattress—luckily for him I was on a oversized shirt and not star naked.

"It's not, it's actually midday so again, get your ass up and go shower, because I will throw the mattress around too so don't try me."

"Midday is too fucking early still!" I groaned and slowly sat up before standing up from the bed. "And I'm just getting up because I want to shower—not because you told me to."

"Sure. Couldn't be because the fact you are hungover or that you reek." Michael said sarcastically with arms crossed.

"Exactly." I mumbled as I dragged myself to the bathroom and closed the door shut behind me.

I opened one cabinet and got out some pills for the killer headache I had right now. I might be hungover but I'm pretty sure Michael contributed to my headache as well. I looked at myself in the mirror and grimaced at the very evident bags under my eyes—noticing as well the new hickeys covering parts of my neck.

Great.

Taking my sweet long time showering in hopes that my annoying friend would leave me alone was in vain, because as soon as I stepped out of my room cleaned and dressed I spotted him sat at the barstool. To my misfortune.

"I'm telling you dude, she's a mess." Michael turned around from his seat—his gaze following me as I went to the fridge. "And there is the mess, say hi Morgan."

"Fuck off Michael," I got the milk out and then grabbed the oreos o's and a bowl.

"Isn't she a sweetheart?" He asked to the phone.

"She is."

"Fuck off Jason." I grumbled before eating a spoonful of my cereal.

"How nice to be received with so much love by my best friend." Jason said.

"Excuse her, she's on a mood today." Michael spoke—making me roll my eyes.

"And all the days of this month, I know. Gotta leave you alone for the reprimanding talk though, I have some things to take care of."

"No worries man, I'll keep you updated on the patient. Bye." Michael and Jason said their goodbyes before hanging up the videocall. I however didn't bother to look up from my bowl of cereal.

I could feel Michael's intense stare on me—all so I would look up at him and give him my attention. "Whatever it is that you want to say just say it. Doesn't mean I'm going to care though."

"Morgan you aren't like this—this isn't you dude. I get that you are going through a heartbreak, I have gone through several on myself—but that doesn't mean you can let your whole life go to shit."

I sighed and pushed the now empty bowl away—finally looking up to my brown eyed friend. "It's that all or?"

"It's been a month you need to get yourself together, at least enough so you don't keep falling apart like this." I rolled my eyes and stood up from the booth—I already heard enough.

"Morgan don't walk away. Talk to me like a fucking grown up." Michael followed me to the livingroom—still not getting the hint to just leave it.

"Yeah that's me, the immature bitch that ruins everything!"

"What?"

I threw myself on my recliner chair and shrugged my arms, "What? Am I wrong? That's what everybody thinks."

"Come on Morgan get over yourself. Yes, you are really fucking immature, but why don't you stop complaining about being called it and you go and change that, instead of moping around."

"You don't get it." I chuckled humorlessly and grabbed the remote to turn the tv on.

"What don't I get? That Hayley told you that and that you are proving her words to be truth by partying, missing work, fucking different girls every day and basically throwing all your responsibilities to the trash?" Michael walked in front of the tv, turned it off and then snatched the remote from my hands.

"I was watching that." I got up to turn it back up but he blocked my way.

He frowned and extended his arms in the air, "No you weren't! Talk to me. Look, I get it man, your girlfriend dumped you it fucking sucks, but that was a month ago. You both dated for only two months, yet you are acting like you were married for years."

"What does it matter how long we fucking dated? I didn't meet her two months ago, I've known her my entire life. I loved her! I still do." I swallowed the lump on my throat. "And I wanted it to work, even if it didn't last long and it might be stupid to still be crying about it when she probably has  gotten me over already... but I— I would have done anything for her, I guess that's the problem."

"Morgan... from what you told me I don't think that was the problem or what she meant." Michael sighed and put his hands on my shoulders. "I don't know her, but she was right. Leaving it all to go live in a place you don't like? That was going to be the thing that destroyed your relationship in the long run, you can't just do that in real life, it's not going to bring you the happy ending you dream about. I'm pretty sure she knew that."

"I ruined everything over a stupid fucking fight." My voice wavered and the stinging on my eyes became stronger—tears now rolling down my cheeks.

I saw worry and pity take over Michael's face before he brought me into a hug. "It's okay, I'm here, let it all out Mor."

"I thought she was the one." I mumbled pathetically against my friend's chest.

"Maybe she is, maybe she isn't. Maybe it was just the right person wrong time... or not. I don't know. I only know that you need to heal and stop this self destructive thing you got going on so you can grow—not only for her but mainly for yourself. So even if you don't get back together you won't make the same mistake with someone else."

But I don't want someone else. I don't think I could ever I would want someone that's not Hayley.

I've been with a lot of people in my life and not one has made me feel what she has. Not even Kaden.

Michael might be right, I need to grow—I have to if I dream of having a chance with Hayley ever again. And even if I don't... I need to do it for myself as well.

Maybe she needs to do the same and this is for the best. Even if I don't see it completely right now.

So for now I need to forget about her and hope this was just wrong timing for us—because I wholeheartedly believe Hayley Duvall is the one.

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