Just sex; 5sos

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Adrielle's POV

"Maybe I don't want to fucking sleep with you,Michael?" I hiss.

"Well that's too ba-"

"Leave her the fuck alone Michael, Adri can do whatever the hell she wants. She'll sleep in her bunk tonight whether you like it or not." Ashton cuts Michael off.

"Shut the fuck up, bastard I'm the one paying her." Michael snarls, clenching his hands into fists.

"For fucks sakes, we're all paying her! Just because you have a crush on her doesn't mean you own her!" Ashton rolls his eyes.

"I don't have a crush on her! What the fuck do you think I am? A 13 year old boy? And I have every right to her!"

"She's not your fucking slave Michael!" Ash yells before walking towards the back of the tour bus, pulling me behind him.

"Damn Ash, where did that come from?" I ask when we get to the couch in the back.

"He's just a huge asshole, I'm sorry." Ashton sighs, running his fingers through his hair. I smile weakly as he looks up, revealing his big eyes.

"I'm sorry about all of this, Michael said it would be a good way for us teenagers without getting caught screwing fans-"

"Stop apologizing, Ash this is my job. You make money singing and playing drums, I make money stripping for guys. Sometimes girls." I joke, a lame attempt to enlighten the damper mood. He smiles. A beautiful sight really, nothing extreme. Just, a perfect cheesy grin.

"Okay, stop being all sappy," Calum stands in front of us, "we still haven't decided where Adrielle is sleeping for sure." He turns and walks towards the bunks. "I have top, across from Ashton. Luke gets the bed because he's 'claustrophobic, " he puts air quotes around the word, "that leaves the other top and the other two bottoms." I peer around, I don't want to take the bunk Ash wants.

"Adrielle?" He breaks the growing silence. I shrug and tells Calum to put blankets for me on the top bunk, coincidentally located the furthest away from the back room, Michael's room.

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"No, no. Michael you made a deal. We all made a deal. Michael this is so fucked up." I hear Ash quietly talking. I try and sit up, hitting my head against the top of the bunk. The talking stops, my bed curtains gets pulled back, revealing a pissed off Michael.

"Did you hear any of that? What are you doing?" He growls. I push his shoulders and jump down.

"None of your god damn buisness, now move I have to piss, but believe me I don't need any help." I snarl.

What the fuck were they talking about?

"Michael Gordon Clifford! We're not done with this!" I hear the bedroom door swing open, then slam shut.

"We are now!" Michael screams, sending an unexplainable serenity through me. The bathroom door clicks open, and Ash walks in, eyes red, cheeks swollen.

"Ash?" I touch his face slowly, "what happened?" He looks down.

"Nothing. Go to bed, get some rest. Love you." He kissed my forehead.

Did he just say love you? I must have been hearing wrong.

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"Michael, what the fuck are you doing? I'm too tired to suck your dick right now." I mumble, half asleep when I feel the mattress dip under someone's weight.

"It's Calum." He scoffs.

I turn over and look at the boy laying next to me, "Calum, what the fuck are you doing? I'm too tired to suck your dick right now."

"Damn, can't I just lay here with you?" He chuckles.

"Whatever, what time is it though?" I ask, tugging him away from the edge of the bed.

"1 am, I think." He mumbles pulling out his phone and blinding me with the brightness.

"Why are you here? And turn down the fucking brightness." I hiss.

"I couldn't sleep, wanna go watch TV?" He asks, jumping off the bunk and tugging on my arm.

"Fine, but you have to carry me, I'm too tired to walk." I groan.

I sit on the edge and Calum pulls me into his arms, I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my face into his neck.

"You're just too cute." Calum chuckles. He carries me into the back of the bus and sets me down on the couch, he throws several blankets and pillows my way. He turns on the TV and we settle on American Horror Story.

Half way through season 2 I somehow end up on Calum's lap, straddling his waist.

I lean my head down and our lips meet, I cup hid face in my hands as our lips move in sync. His tongue slips into my mouth and dances with mine.

"What the fuck is going on?" Michael yells yanking me up by my arm.

"What the fuck Michael! We were just fooling around a bit!" Calum yells back, jumping up and jerking me out of Michael's grasp, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"What's your problem mate? She's not doing this only for you! So back the fuck off!" Before I can comprehend what's happening, Calum steps back after Michael's fist leaves his jaw.

My vision was blurred as I stood up straight as I could and touched Michael's heaving chest.

"You," I barely whisper, "are fucking crazy." His facial color runs dry, and I whip my head around and take Calum back to the bunks.

"I'm sorry," he groans, and then runs his hand over his eyes.

"For what?" I sigh and sit him down.

"Everything. Just every fucking shit."

What does that even mean?