Part Forty-four

                                    

                                          
 Jenn's p.o.v 
                          
     "Did you here that?" I ask Luke. I put my book aside, sit up in bed, and swing my legs over the side of the matress. I look over my shoulder at Luke. He is fast asleep. Even drooling a bit. Trying not to laugh at him, I grab my pillow and smack him with it.
                          
     "Luke!" I say in a harsh whisper. His eyes shoot open and he sits up. He rubs his eyes and turns to me, frowning
                          
     "I'm up. I'm up!" He says quickly, "whats wrong babe?" I motion for him to be quiet. I stand and tip toe over to the door. Bending over at the door, i pick up a note that has been slipped underneath. I hold in in my hands and walk back over to the bed.
                          
     "You heard someone slip that under the door?" Luke says, scrunching up his nose and squinting at me. I roll my eyes and chuckle, nodding.
                          
     "I have a very acute sense of hearing Lukey." I smile and flip the lights on. Luke immediatly sheilds his eyes from the  sudden bright lights.
                          
     "Your very a-cute Jennifer." He says smirking and pulling me into his lap. He purposfully says 'a-cute' with an accent on the cute part. I smile at my perfect boyfriend. He quick presses his mouth against mine.
                          
     "Babe this is serious.' I say before tearing open the envelope. I furrow my eye brows and read it. I know immediatly it's Ally's handwriting. I take a breath and begin to read it outloud.
                          
     "Dear Luke, Jenn, Calum, and Ashton, thank you so much for bringing me on this amazing tour. But, even though I love it here with you all, I can't stay. My daughters need me more than you guys ever could. Jenn can take over managment. I can go back to doing what I do best which is taking care of my girls. I love you all so much. Tell Michael good bye for me. -Ally Brighten." 
                          
     Luke and I exchange freaked out looks before we both jump off our bed and get changed. I run over to Ashton and Calum's room, banging on the door. A sleepy Calum answers with Ashton behind him. I shove the note into Calum's hands and watch the expressions that play over his already worried face. He re-reads it aloud to Ashton.
                          
     "Oh no!" He yelps and I nod gravely. I sigh and lean against the door frame. We all just stand there silently for a while. All of us unsure how to react or what to do.
                          
     "Guys?" Luke says from our room across the hall. We all turn to look at him. He has his usual lip bite going on making him look extra perfect with his sleep hair. 
                          
     "We have a show tomorow. We can't all fly to New York." He announces. I am about to completely loose it at him. Ask him if our Ally isnt as important to him as a dumb show.
                          
      "And I know what you guys, especially Jenn, are thinking, how could we not do that for Ally right?" He asks us. We all nod.
                          
     "Well, we can't go to New York. But I know who can." He says smiling. We all look at him like he is crazy.
                          
     "Luke what are you talking about?" Calum asks him. Luke rolls his eyes and walks to Michael's door. He bangs his fist on it, hard.
                          
      "Michael! Get up!" He yells through the door.
                          

                          
Ally's p.o.v.
                          

                          
     I just borded my flight back home to New York. I cannot say how excited I am to see my beautiful girls. I had missed four months of their little lives. Four months is a lot when you are a baby. I miss them with all my heart.
                          
     I lean back in my seat. The jet lag with absolutly suck. But in nine long hours, I am going to be back at home in America. 
                          
     As I sit waiting for my flight to take off, I allow my mind to wander to Michael. Would he be mad I left without saying goodbye? Does he know I am gone yet? Would he even care? I fiddle with the black seatbelt as I think about him. How he feels. At this point, I dont even know or understand how I myself feel, how am I supposed the imagine how he, Michael Clifford, the most cryptic hidden human being, feels. The answer is I have not a fucking clue.