My first- A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

Chapter 23

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, gripping the counter with shaky hands. My heart raced as I realized what I was about to do with Michael. Despite how scared I was, my attraction to him was uncontrollable. A soft knock on the bathroom door caused me to gasp before I slowly turned to open it. Michael stood in the door way, smiling sweetly and brought my hands into his. His kissed my forehead and whispered how much me loved me into my ear. The feeling that consumed me in that moment was indescribable and I replayed Michael's words in my mind repetitively. I pressed my head onto his chest and listened to the sound of his racing heart. I smiled when I realized he was an nervous as I was. He gripped my hand tightly and led me into the bedroom. Candles lined the dim room and flower petals covers the bed.

Tears brimmed my eyes, not because I was sad, but because no one has ever made me so happy. Michael looked up and the smile faded from his face.

"No no no. Please don't cry. What's wrong? If you aren't ready to I understand." Michael cupped my face in his hands and rubbed my cheeks softly.

"Michael, I'm more ready than you think. It's just....no one has ever done something like this for me before. No one has ever made me feel like this." I looked down at my bare feet to hide my embarrassment from my cheesy comment.

"God I love you so much." Michael tilted my face upward and planted a torturingly slow kiss on my lips. Our bodies turned and he pushed me against the wall. He slid his cold hands up my dress and a soft moan escaped from my lips. He smirked and bit his lip before removing my dress completely. His eyes widened and I struggled to catch my breath. He stared at me too long making me wait and it drove me insane. I pulled his shirt and kissed his neck before removing his shirt.

That's when the nerves hit. My hands shook and I screwed my eyes shut and tried to steady my breathing.

"Here, I'll help." Michael whispered in my ears. He grabbed my hands and brought them to the button of his jeans. He placed his hands on the button and helped me undo them. The bulge in his pants was evident before his jeans slid to his ankles. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the rose covered bed. He pushed me onto the bed with hungry eyes. I slid my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as he placed kisses down my body.

Just like that we were interrupted.

A loud bang repeatedly hit the wall coming from Ashton and Everett's room. Incoherent screams traveled through the walls and I covered my eyes with my hands and laughed uncontrollably. Michael collapsed on top of my in a fit of laughter.

"OHHHH DADY." Calum mocked from the living room.

"We are leaving. Next time please have sex when we AREN'T in the house." Luke yelled before the front door slammed shut.

Michael rolled over and layed down next to me, panting.

"Every time." He shook his head in disbelief. I rolled on top of him and kissed his cheek. He smiled and pushed himself up onto his arms. I straddled his lap, and kissed him softly. He pulled away, crushing my spirits slightly. He seemed to take notice when concern filled his face.

"No. This has to be special, okay?" I shook my head and smiled understandingly. I realized then that Michael's love was genuine and the smile on my face matched the felling that filled my heart.