Daddy who? (Michael Clifford fanfic)

Nights like this

Alex grinned as she yelled "get in there, Justine!" I laughed and Michael joined in.

The weird thing is... I remember things like the girls names. Like Alex, Charlotte, skater and Chloe but I just couldn't wrap my head around the band at my 'party'. Who are they?

Michael cradled me in his muscular arms. I felt safe. He starts whispering a song to me. It seems familiar. I've heard it before. He continues... "She looks so perfect standing there in my American apparel underwear..." I gently rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.

A few minutes later and I awake. He is staring right at me, while still walking, with me in his arms. "Awww you looked so cute and peaceful" he says and I giggle. I look down at the ground in embarrassment.

Michael is so cute! Dammmnnnn! He's a proper minter though. It's too bad that I can't remember him. He looks kinda like a kitten, in a way. But I'd sooooo let him do me... Twice.

"We're here" he breaks the silence in his lush Aussie accent. I smile up at him and he opens the door to a medium sized apartment room, still holding me. I'm pretty sure he has touched my ass once or twice during this journey.

He puts me down on the couch and I yawn. "Have you got pyjamas?" He asks. I shake my head. I'm kinda shy.

He leaves the room and comes back with an oversized sweater of his. "Here, princess" he says, handing me the sweater. "Thank you" I reply and he flashes a smile.

He walks into the kitchen area, leaving me to get changed. I take my hoodie off and I'm just in my bra. I see Michael turn his head slightly to catch a glimpse. He grins and I quickly put his sweater on, blushing.