There's No Such Thing As Too Young

"Mills, can I borrow your camo jacket?!" Fiona called, as I wrapped the last strand of hair around the curling wand.

"Yeah, pick something out for me to wear!" I shouted, smiling in satisfaction at my curls.

I looked good.

I wasn't sure why I was so bothered about looking good, I was only seeing Mike.

Would he find be attractive?

I brushed off the ridiculous thoughts, and brushed out the curls so they were nice and loose.

I then did my make up, keeping it simple.

I applied my face make up, and did my eyeshadow, I finished with blush, bronzer, liquid eyiner and mascara.

I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom, entering my bedroom.

Fiona was putting a french braid in her dark hair, her make up done too.

She was wearing a sheer black blouse, with a bandau underneath and high waisted, light washed shorts and converse.

"You look nice!" I exclaimed, and she smiled as she secured it with some hair grips.

"There's your clothes." She pointed to a pile of clothes on my desk chair.

I picked each garment up, nodding in approval.

I pulled my shirt off, and heard Fiona gasp.

"What have you done to yourself?!" She asked, her eyes wide as she looked at my body.

I looked down to where she was looking.

My stomach was covered in horizontal, angry, red scratches.

I quickly pulled on the acid wash jeans, and white crop top.

Luckily the top was long enough to cover a large area of my stomach, and my jeans were high waisted.

I was slightly nervous about not having any sleeves on, but my scars were so faded, they weren't noticable.

"I thought you had stopped doing that." Fiona sighed, a dissapointed look in her eyes.

"I had a bad night, I didn't know what to do." My voice cracked as I spoke, and Fi quickly wrapped her arms around me.

"Please stop." She said, pulling away.

"I will." I nodded, lying once again.

"Mike will be here in Ten minutes, we'll go wait outside." She smiled, and pulled on my camoflauge jacket.

She went to walk out of the room, but I pulled her back.

"You wont tell Mike anything will you? Especially not about this house..." I asked frantically, and she sighed.

"If you plan on having him stick around, you'll have to come clean at some point." She said in an assertive tone, and I merely nodded.

She was right.

We sat on the pavement outside the house, both of us scrolling through our phones.

I lifted my head when I heard the sound of car tyres against the tarmac.

Fiona and I stood up, and I winced when my jeans rubbed against my cuts.

Mike parked up outside the driveway, and got out of the car.

"You look good." Mike smirked, looking me up and down.

"Thank you." I replied, returning his look.

I heard Fiona get in his car, and shut the door.

"I'll go tell your parents what time I'll bring you back." Mike said, and I immediately panicked.

He started walking up the driveway, and I grabbed his arm before he could get too far.

"No! They're out! They wont be back until next week!" I stuttered, and Mike looked at me in question.

"Right..." He trailed off, convinced for now.

"Let's go, we're gonna be late." I said, pulling on his hand to the car.

"Chill out!" He laughed, opening the door for me.

I let out a nervous sigh.

That was close.

Twenty minutes later we were in the venue, and I was gripping onto Mia's hand as we followed Mike into the dressing room.

He opened the door with 'Pierce The Veil' on, and stepped inside, holding the door open and motioning us inside.

Four men looked at us in question.

"These are the girls I told you about." Mike said to them, and they continued to stare.

The shortest of them stepped forward, and I quickly stepped back nervously, dropping Mia's hand and bumping into Mike.

He stopped me from falling by placing his hands on my hips, and his touch calmed my racing heart.

"It's just my brother." He whispered in my ear, and I looked back at the man.

His eyes were focused on Mike's hands.

"Mike, a word." He said, and Mike let go.

They left us in the dressing room, with the awkward men staring at us.

"I'm Jaime." The one with spikey hair said, a friendly grin on his face.

"Hi." Fiona smiled in return.

"That's Tony, and That's Casey, Vic is the one who's talking to Mike." Jaime explained, pointing to one who had more tattoos than Mike, and a shorter man with a snapback on.

"I'm Millie and that's Fiona." I said quietly, pointing to to her.

"Nice to meet you, we'd love to stay and chat but the first support band is on, and we need to get ready. Mike should be back in a second." Jaime said.

"Okay." Fiona replied, and soon the boys were walking out of the dressing room.

"Please relax, Mills."

"I'm trying, there's just so many people here."

"Let your hair down, there's a man out there who definately likes you, live a little." Fiona told me.

"Fine, just for you though." I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

She was just about to reply in a sarcastic way, when Mike walked to the door, without Vic.

"Are you coming to watch You Me At Six with us, we're on right after?" Mike asked, holding his hand out for me.

I gladly took it and he pulled me close.

"This is amazing." Fiona commented, watching in awe as one of her favourite bands owned the stage.

I wasn't a fan of You Me At Six, and personally I thought they went downhill after 'Hold Me Down'.

Mike was stood behind me, his hands on my hips.

I didn't mind though, although butterflies were swarming in my tummy.

I noticed Tony stood next to Fiona, and they were chatting.

Jaime was off somewhere with Casey, and I discovered he was the most energetic.

Vic was giving us an icy look every now and then, and I couldn't quite understand why he didn't like me.

I was starting to get paranoid.

I frowned.

Mike noticed my change, and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Vic isn't impressed that I invited Two Sixteen year olds, personally. I don't care what he thinks though, I really like you, Millie." He said, his breath tickling my neck.

I mentally smiled widely.

"I like you too." I replied, loud enough for him to hear.

Mike pressed his lips to the back of my head.

Fiona shot me look, a grin on her lips as she discretely nodded towards Mike.

I rolled my eyes.

"That was our last song, guys! Thank you so much for coming out to see us! Make sure you check out our merch, it's now time for Pierce The Veil!" Josh screamed, waving goodbye as the boys stood waiting to go on.

"Stay here, okay? I'll be back soon, Casey will be near too." Mike said, his drumsticks in his hands as the others rushed on stage.

I nodded, and he pecked my forehead quickly, then dissapeared to his drums.

I watched as the crowd screamed in excitement, and the band launched into the first song.

The music was definately what Fiona and I liked, and I cursed myself for not listening sooner.

An hour or so later, we were ready to leave the venue.

"Girls, be careful, there's probably loads of fangirls and groupies out there." Tony warned, a gentle tone to his voice.

"I've got them both." Mike assured him, and Tony nodded.

"Bye." I waved slightly, and he did the same, a childish grin hitting his lips.

I could definately see myself becoming good friends with him.

"Thank you for tonight." I whispered, facing Mike as we stood in front of my door.

We had just dropped Fiona off home.

"It's no problem, I hope you had fun." He replied, placing his hands on my waist.

As if on instinct, my feet moved me forward.

Mike's head bent down towards mine, and I could feel his breath on my face.

"Stop." I whispered, pushing on his chest.

He sighed and pulled back, but kept his hands on my waist.

"I want you to know who I really am." I said softly, my heart beating against my chest.

"I know who you are."

"You don't, come inside." I said, pushing open the door and pulling him with me.

I switched the lights on as we walked to the living room, and Mike took his time to observe his surroundings.

His eyes drifted from the antique side table, to the oak coffee table.

"Your parents need to decorate, it's not Eighteen Sixty anymore." He laughed, spinning in a circle.

"My parents don't live here." I said flatly, watching Mike's reaction.

"What?" He frowned, his forehead wrinkling.

"My parents died when I was Three, this isn't their house."

Tears prickled my eyes.

"Well who's house is it?" He asked, looking at me.

"My deceased Grandmother's." I answered, tears slipping down my face.

I finally came clean.

"I don't understand, Mills." Mike sighed, sitting next to me.

"My parents were killed in a car crash when I was Three years old, they were on their way to get me from my Grandmother's. I was then looked after by her, until she died last November, a few weeks after I turned Sixteen. She left the house to me, to hold on to for when I had my own family." I sobbed, letting my head fall into my hands.

I expected Mike to get up and leave without a second thought, not looking back.

But, to my suprise, I felt arms wrap around me and pull me to their body, curling me on their lap.

I gripped Mike's hoodie in my hands, crying into his neck.

"You should have told me earlier, I know we only met a week or so ago, but I would have helped you. Now I understand why you act like you do, you don't need to do this alone." Mike soothed, pressing his lips to my hair as he rocked me.

"I thought you'd leave, or take the mick like the others do!" I cried, still gripping onto him.

"What do you mean 'like the others do'?" Mike asked, pulling me back ro look me in the eyes.

I shook my head, covering my face with my hands.

"Are you bullied, Millie?" He asked frantically, pulling my hands away.

I shook my head and got up, immediately darting out of the room and up the stairs.

I could hear Mike behind me, but luckily I was quick to get into my bathroom and lock the door, and he slammed against it.

"Open the door, Baby." He encouraged as I backed against the wall, tears still slipping down my face.

I shook my head, knowing he couldn't see.

"Please, Millie."

"Open the door, I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Just tell me that you're okay, and that you dont have anything you could hurt yourself with." Mike begged, and my eyes flickered to my shaving razor.

I gritted my teeth.

I needed it.

I grabbed the razor, throwing it on the floor, I stamped on the plastic.

It shattered into tiny pieces.

"Millie?! What was that? Open the door, please!" Mike exclaimed, his voice frantic as he pounded on the door.

I dropped to my knees, picking through the pieces as my tears dropped to the tiled floor, leaving black marks from where the water had mixed with my eye make up.

I picked up the shiny strip of metal, holding it up and inspecting it.

I brought it down to my arm, and just the metal pressed against my skin...

The door busted open, hitting the wall as Mike swooped me up in his arms.

The blade dropped to the floor at my feet, and my face was in Mike's chest.

I cried harder than I already was.

"Silly girl." Mike whispered in my hair, holding my as the tears slowed after a few minutes.

Mike pulled me by my hand out of the bathroom without me protesting, and he was careful to avoid stepping on any plastic.

He pulled me behind him as he walked to find my room, he peered into the few rooms, and finally found mine.

We walked inside and he lifted me onto my bed, knelling down before me.

He peered up and wiped away my tears, rubbing a little too hard and smudging my eye make up.

I laughed slightly as I sniffled.

"Where are your make up wipes?" he asked, looking around the room.

"Over there." I mumbled, wiping my cheeks.

I probably looked a right mess.

He got up and retrieved them, pulling a wipe out and throwing the pack to the side.

Mike started gently wiping away all my make up, taking great care of my sensitive skin.

I closed my eyes as he carressed my face, removing all traces of ears and smudged eyeliner.

A few minutes later he finished, throwing the wipe away.

"Much better." He smiled, sitting behind me with a hair tie around his slender wrist.

He collected all my hair into his large hands, pulling my curls into a ponytail, gently securing it with the tie.

"Thank you." I murmed, looking down ashamed at myself.

The bed shifted as Mike moved next to me.

"You don't need to be ashamed of who you are, you know? Tony lost his Dad when he was Eleven, and he has depression. Vic was bullied and self harmed, I was also bullied. I know what you're going through, and I know what it's like to feel alone." Mike explained, pressing a hand to the small of my back.

"I am alone."

"I promise that you're not, so many people care about you, Millie." Mike said, rubbing the spot where his hand was.

"I'm sorry for ruining tonight." I told him, sighing and bowing my head.

"Hey, you didn't ruin it." He defened, lifting my chin with his finger.

Our eyes connected, green and brown mingling.

We moved towards eachother for the second time that night, our lips eachothers target.

Just as I felt Mike's bottom lip brush against mine, so softly it almost didn't feel like anything, I started laughing for no reason.

Mike pulled away with a groan.

"I'm never going to get to kiss you, am I? This is what I get for trying to make out with a Sixteen year old!" Mike exclaimed, throwing himself backwards and laying on my duvet.

I giggled, kicking my vans off and laying next to his lanky body.

"I need to get going." Mike said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Please stay." I told him shyly, looking at him.

He thought about it for a second.

"Alright, I guess. Where do you want me to sleep?"

"Here." I answered.

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly, watching me carefully.

"Yeah, I trust you and everything." He smiled as I said those words, and his eyes brightened even more.

"Great." He grinned, sitting up and tackling me to the ground.

"Ow!" I yelled, smacking him.

He laughed and stood up, holding his hand out for me.

I took it, and he pulled me up.

"Will you turn away while I get changed?" I asked, not wanting him to see my scars, new cuts and fat stomach.

"You don't even have to ask, I'm going to go and clean the bathroom up, and get your make up off me." He laughed, pointing to the black smudges on his neck.

"Go." I said rolling my eyes and pointing to the door, he chuckled loudly but dissapeared.

I pulled the uncomfortable jeans off, sighing as they let my cuts breathe.

I then removed the crop top, throwing it into the hamper.

I stretched, removing my bra and also putting it with the dirty washing.

I quickly pulled on my sleep leggings and vest, just before Mike entered the room again, all traces of my make up removed.

"Hi." He smiled, looking me up and down.

"Hey." I said, returning the smile as I climbed beneath the sheets.

"You're beautiful, you should smile more often." Mike told me, pulling his hoodie off and throwing it to me.

I quickly pulled it over my head and nuzzled my noze against the neck, smelling his musky scent.

I watched as he unbuckled his black belt, pulling it from the loops and dumping it on the floor.

"This isn't a free show, you know?" He chuckled, kicking off his shoes.

"Cocky."

He pulled the sheets back, climbing in next to me, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close, almost protectively.

"Can I take you out somewhere tomorrow?" Mike wondered.

"Where?" I asked curiously.

"Somewhere." I rolled my eyes at his answer.

"Like a date?"

"Yeah, like a date." Mike confirmed, turning me around so he could spoon me comfortably.

"I'd like that." I smiled, resting my head against my pillow.

"Goodnight." He whispered, reaching over to turn off my fairy lights.

"No! No!" I stopped him, slapping his hand away from the switch.

"What?" He asked, looking down at me.

"I don't like the dark." I said quietly, hiding my face in embarrassment.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, babe." He chuckled, kissing me cheek before laying back behind me, with his arm across my waist.

I'd never felt this comfortable and secure with anyone before.

"Thank you for everything." I thanked him, holding onto Two of his fingers.

"It's no problem, beautiful, now get some sleep." Mike told me, getting closer to me.

"Goodnight, Mike."

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