Michael's eyes fluttered open.
"How you doing Mikey," I ask kissing his fingers.
"What happened C?"
"You walked in the room, gave me a hug, and fainted. You ok?"
"Yeah. Oh thank god I didn't faint on stage," he chuckles and I can't help but grin back.
"But you were amazing out there. Michael, you looked so adorable and happy. You guys were fab!" I get dragged into a Clifford Cuddle.
"You mess. Have I told you that I love you?"
"You may have said something like that," I tuck back a piece of hair behind my ear, blushing.
"I love you Chloe," he yawns cradling me.
"I love you too, Mikey," I reply.
"To the moon?"
"To the moon,"
Ashton walks in, sipping a bottle of water.
"Michael?" He squeals, "guys he's awake!"
"MIKE!" Sally runs in.
"Shh, I have a headache," he groans, burying his face into my neck.
"You'll be ok," I rub his back gently.
"Thanks. I dont half love you to death babe," He laughs, cuddling me.
"I love you more than life itself Michael. Dont ever think otherwise,"
"Shush you soppy shit," he giggles, his arms hugging me so tightly.
"I love you so much Mikey. I love you," I feel myself starting to cry. What the fuck is this all about?
"I love you too. Why are you crying?" His eyes look so confused.
"I have no idea," I chuckle, tears flowing freely down my cheeks.
"Come on don't cry," he pulls away from the hug to kiss me. I will admit, the kiss gets a little passionate.
"I love you. I love you so badly," I sob into his shoulder.
"I love you so badly too,"
"To the moon?"
"To the moon," his lips press to my forehead. "Hey, I got an insane idea. Its mental."
"Tell me," I pull away slightly, worries falling into my brain.
"I want a tattoo,"
"Same," I breathe out a sigh of relief, "What do you want?"
"On my arm, I want our thing. 'To the moon'."
"Oh my god we should get matching ones!" I squeal, hugging him. Im guessing Michael agrees with this because his arms slip down to my waist and his lips come in contact with mine.
"Eew can you not!" Calum whines.
"But Cal! We're getting matching tattoos!" I protest, pecking Mikey's lips.
"Awww thats adorable," Heather squeals.
"Mike? Can you do me a favour?" I ask.
"Course. I'd drop everything and anything in a heartbeat for you,"
"Aww. You cute shit. Can you dye my hair for me?"
"Ever since the day that I met you, I've waited so long for those words to come from you. I would love to," he grins, cuddling me.
