Printed In Black // 5SOS

17 - diner in london

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i didnt spell check dont kill me

"Why are they still following us?" I sighed tiredly, referring to the few paparazi outside the small diner - still busy taking pictures of us.

"Yeah, it's kinda creepy. They've been standing there for hours." Michael chuckled, as he took a large bite of his hotdog.

"And we've also been eating for hours, just to wait for them to be gone." I pointed out, leaning back a little, "Aren't you full?" I asked in disbelief.

"You literally just ate 2 hotdogs in four hours, and I ate 3 hotdogs, chips, 2 burgers, and more chips." Michael told me.

"And you're still not full?"

"Well there's nothing else to do." He protested, taking the very last bite of his hotdog. I facepalmed, as I shook my head.

"It's actually pretty nice in here." I said, as I glanced around the dim diner.

There was only another couple besides Michael and I - and literally they hadn't stop sucking eachother's mouth since we got here.

It was kind of annoying though - especially when they began to make the nasty sounds - but nonetheless, I loved how warm I felt in here.

The old fashioned style and the soft 80's music playing in the background, it was very relaxing, eventhough the paparazzi were still outside.

"I think we're going to stay here forever." Michael said, as he looked the clock on the wall near us.

"Psh, don't be silly." I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my lemonade.

"I'm just stating a fact. My phone's dead as well." Michael confessed, "Surprise!" He faked his excitement.

I stared at him blankly for the whole 10 seconds. We only had my iPhone left, and it was impossible to contact the girls or 5sos through social media, since we all had millions of followers.

"I think we should get going now." I said, tucking some loose strands of my brown hair behind my ear, as I glanced to the paparazzi behind the glass windows.

"They're not even paying attention to us." Michael squinted his eyes at the paparazi, which was actually true.

They were all looking at their phones and cameras, probably just waiting for us to get out from this place.

"Is there another exit here?" I asked Michael, as I glanced around to search for another door.

"Let's just ask the woman in the cashier as we pay." Michael said, and I nodded my head quickly.

We both slipped out of the booth together, as I grabbed my bag with me. Michael motioned his hand to bend down a bit, so the paparazi wouldn't see us. I did as he told as we continued walking carefully.

The funny thing though, we also passed the couple who were still in a heated make out session, but since we crouched down, we could only see their legs under the table and the noises.

I pulled Michael's leather jacket, making him stop moving and turned his head to me. He was about to speak, but my hand quickly went to his mouth and covered it.

I silenced him with my other hand, before I pointed my index finger to our right, where the couple seated.

After Michael saw this, I pulled my hand away from his mouth, as a smirk was slowly drew on his face.

I grinned widely, as Michael's eyes suddenly darted around the floor. As soon as his gaze was fixed on a thing, he immediately grabbed me and pulled me onto his chest, making me fall against him carelessly.