O.C.D/||\ Michael Clifford

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As Olive stared up at Michael's sleepy face, listening to his low snores and feeling his even breathing, she began to think about everything the pair had been through. Let’s face it 11 years is a long time.

Imagine all the movies you could watch in that space of time. How much you could eat. That there would only be about one new season of Sherlock in that space of time, two if we're lucky. 

Nothing had never been normal between Michael and Olive, she had changed him...for the better? Olive loved being with Michael because he made her feel like she wasn't such a freak as she usually did, he made her feel love. Not like love as in ripping your heart out or they were going to grow up and have several children in a house in the suburbs, god no, Olive wasn't even capable of producing feelings. More like an admiration for the boy, a love for everything he has helped her achieve.

If it was a school day Olive would have left by now, she wasn't an appealing sight in the mornings, who is? Even Michael, although his cuteness during the day, can look like a mess in the mornings. But when he was sleeping, Olive took the time just to absorb his every feature; since she didn't sleep she had nothing better to do with her time.

Now Michael had a faint smile but furrowed eyebrows forming a frown on his face, he was obviously in confusion but still seemed peaceful, so tranquil, so beautif-

"MICHAEL! OH MY GOD THAT'S GROSS!" Olive shot up shouting, causing Michael to scream and fall out of bed.

"W-WHAT? Where's my sword? I'll protect you." His drowsy state rolled on the floor, accidentally banging his toes on his surroundings.

"More likely you need Febreeze, cause that fart stinks."

Michael stood and stared at her in total disbelief. "Really Liv? You woke me up because of my body's natural way of showing I had a good meal." He slumped back into bed.

"Trust me Mikey there is nothing natural about stench." She giggles wafting it away from her.

"What time even is it?" He grumbled through his pillow, not bothering to open his eyes and check himself. This meant that Olive crawled and flattened herself on top of him, reaching for the clock.

"Almost 4:30am."

"Woah, you let me sleep in, thank you." He spun himself around to be facing her, Olive still lying on top of him. "How did you sleep?"

She shrugged and flopped down next to him.

"Well, I was having a lovely dream, I’m going to tell you about it. So the guys and I were being signed by this huge record label and he said it was pretty much a done deal except we had to kill the person we cared about the most. Obviously I didn't want to kill you but the boys just told me to suck it up. So I agreed, but I had to think of a way of doing it." He paused in thought.

"How did you do it?"

"I tickled you to death!" Olive suddenly understands what he says and tries to run, but it was too late. Michael sat on top of her, his hands running up and down her sounds. Their giggles combined in the air to one.

Eventually Michael got tired and lay next to her, their breathing heavy and erratic. She turned her head to his and they both started laughing again.

There was a knock at the door and Olive dove sheepishly under the covers, Michael went under himself.

"Oh shit dude sorry." Calum yells closing his eyes and standing at the door. The sight he had seen, sweaty, heavy breathing Michael and a lump under his blanket, had given the kiwi the wrong idea.

"No mate, it's not what you think."

"Ah save it, erm we'll meet you downstairs so hurry." He shut the door quickly and they heard Calum's footsteps become fainter.

"I better go." Olive dashed about his room, finding her own clothes and changing into them, then over to the window to leave.

"You could come, if you want." Michael switched the light on, then off, then on again. But Olive just stared at him, came back inside. Unfortunately this was only to make the bed and then she was gone again.

Michael rushed downstairs in his newly unfolded skinny jeans, pouring himself a cup of water.

"What are you all doing here so early?" He asks still slightly out of breathe.

They ignored him. "Who was the girl?"

"Just Olive, you know she sleeps over."

There was no reply just Luke and Calum with 'o' shaped mouths and glances to each other.

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Ahhh i'm actually beginning to ship this

I think Mive could be cute tbh

Okay well that's about all from me i hope you are all enjoying your lives and i would appreciate if you check out my friend and I's Youtube channel it's called Red October Band so if you could like and subscribe would probably love you forever

anyway dedication to irwinsweaters because she just started to read this and i feel like giving her a warm welcome

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