The lads of 5 Seconds Of Summer had FINALLY released their 3rd album. The 5SOSfam had been waiting on it for what felt like millenniums but after nearly a year and a half, the album was done and every single person in the fandom was hyped about it. The lads decided celebration was in order, especially since the album hit number 1 an hour after it was announced for pre-order. Not released, announced.

Ashton decided to do something special so he booked out an amazing Italian restaurant in LA for the lads. As in, he booked it for the night, so it would just be the four of them. They were going to be able to eat whatever they wanted, as long as it was on the menu of course. Ashton told the lads the night that he booked it out for and all four were ready to head out the door within 15 minutes.

Michael especially was really excited. He loved Italian food - pizza, pasta, bread - and he was super hungry at the moment. He heard Dave the bodyguard's call that the taxi was ready and all the boys made their way downstairs. The taxi took them to the restaurant and the four lads rushed inside, a waiter guiding them to the table which was set perfectly.

The guys ate their hearts out on the delicious food. The night was fun for all of them and they thanked Ashton for organizing it all. When the clock hit midnight, they decided to have a celebratory glass of champagne each and head back home. The lads were absolutely knackered but the day had been great. They had announced the long awaited album, got on top charts and celebrated.They all went to bed with full stomachs and peaceful minds, ready to get a good night sleep.

A few hours later, Michael sat up groaning. His stomach was KILLING him. He'd done this several hundred times before over his years in the band. His stomach always seemed to hate him. He stared up at the ceiling, willing the pain to go away like it had all the other times. Instead, he felt his dinner coming up his throat so he hopped up from his bed and raced down the hall to the bathroom.

Kneeling down at the toilet, Michael let go of all the beautiful pasta, pizza and bread he had eaten that evening. He sat there dry-heaving for a few minutes before the last of it made an appearance in the toilet. Once he finished giving up his dinner to the toilet, he stood up and brushed his teeth before heading back to his room. He lied down on his bed, most of the pain gone, and went to sleep.

The morning came sooner than the guitarist would have liked and then it was time for breakfast. Luke had knocked on his door at 10am and informed Michael of their plans for the day. Turned out that they had a day off, so Michael was a bit annoyed at the "early" awakening. Nevertheless, he got up and walked to the kitchen where everyone was already eating breakfast.

"Hi Mikey, want cereal? I can make you some", Calum spoke as Michael sat down. He was still half asleep after the rough night but quickly lifted his head up at the mention of food. When he mumbled a small "No", the boys became worried.

"Alright, maybe some toast then?" Ashton tried, but only got a quiet "I'm not hungry" in response. All the lads were puzzled by Michael's odd behaviour, Luke especially. His past of struggling with eating made him think the guitarist was going through the same. His thoughts were interrupted when Calum demanded an answer.

"Michael, what's wrong? You always have breakfast." Horrible memories of last night's pains flooded Michael's mind. It had happened before, but now was the first time he or anyone questioned it.

"I threw up." Michael mumbled, looking at the ground. The lads didn't hear what he had said, he had said it almost as a whisper.

"What was that mate?" Luke asked. Michael looked at him.

"I threw up." Michael answers slightly louder than he had before. The expressions on all three of his bandmates' faces changed to ones of shock.

"When?" Ashton asked.

"Last night", Michael mumbled, but this time the others could hear him.

"Aww, Mike. Why didn't you come tell one of us?" Calum asked.

"Didn't want to wake you and it kinda slipped my mind", Michael shrugged. To show it wasn't that serious, he grabbed a piece of pre-made toast from the table and bit into it.

"Do you think you wanna go to the doctors?" Calum asked. Michael didn't get the chance to reply as he fled the room, heading to the toilet. He locked the door so they couldn't see him throw up. The boys left him alone, seeing as he wasn't going to open the door and it was just respectful. When Michael came back out, the lads got him into the car and on the way to the doctor's office.

The lads waited for 15 minutes in the waiting room of the doctors office. Once they got in, the doctor asked them to explain what had happened and what the problem was. They explained about all that had happened that day and the previous night, the doctor listening intently and taking notes. Once they finished explaining, the doctor asked to run some tests on Michael, which all four lads agreed to. They went home after the tests were complete with some simple antibiotics to wait for the phone call explaining what was wrong with Michael.

A week later, Calum answered the phone call from the doctor's office. He sat talking to the doctor for a good half an hour and when he finally said goodbye, there were 3 sets of questioning eyes on him.

"What?" Calum asked.

"What did they say?" Michael asked, after all, this was about him.

"You've got celiac disease." Calum answered. Ashton and Luke looked at him shocked, while Michael sat there blankly.

"What's that?" He asked.

"You don't know what celiac disease is?" Ashton asked, shocked.

"No... should I?" Michael asked.

"Well, you have it." Luke said.

"It's basically where your stomach can't process Gluten." Calum answered.

"What's..."

"Wheat." Ashton answered.

"Does that.. Does that mean that I can't..."

"Can't what?"

"I CAN'T HAVE PIZZA ANYMORE!"