Michael Clifford's Secret Sister

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Maekayla's point of view

When I woke up, I had an arm wrapped around me and my face in someone's chest. I panicked for a second and fell off of my bed. I groaned when I hit the floor and the person shot up.

"Oh my god I'm sorry, did I kick you? What happened? Is anything broken?" He panicked and threw the blanket off of him. He got on the floor with me and I chuckled.

"No, I'm fine," I said and he helped me up. "I panicked when I realized someone was in my bed because I forgot you were there." I told him and he nodded.

"I told you I could have slept on the floor or gone home." He said and I dusted myself off. Urgh, my thighs kept jiggling, it was disgusting.

"It was midnight, there was no way I was letting you walk home. And besides, it doesn't matter. I just forgot." I said and he nodded. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

"Kind of," he said and I nodded. "Hey um, I know you haven't forgiven me, but would you like to go out this Friday? If you don't want it to be a date, it doesn't have to be."

I thought about it and then nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to go on a date with you." I said and he smiled brightly. "Now, let's get you something to eat."

"You too," he said and my smile faded. We walked to the kitchen and I opened the fridge. I grabbed the milk and he grabbed cereal. He wasn't a fan of greasy food for breakfast. He'll eat it, but not right when he wakes up.

"I don't want a bowl," I said as he poured two bowls. I set the milk down on the counter and he shrugged his shoulders.

"You need to eat Kayla, you're just bones." He said I shook my head. "You don't even have to finish it. Please? Just a few bites. Something to get in your stomach so you don't pass out." He told me.

"Fine," I said and grabbed the bowl full of calories and sugar. I sat on the counter and took a small bite. "Done," I said and he shook his head.

"One more bite, please. That was a baby bite." He said and I sighed. I took an actual bite and he smiled. "There you go." He said.

"Who is this?" I heard someone ask and I looked. Michael stood there in just a pair of skinny jeans and he looked at Max. "And why does he only have sweats on?"

"He's my um, friend." I said. "He slept over because of some family problems. I hope it was okay." I said, feeling guitly I didn't ask. I should have asked.

"Don't feel bad, I used to do it all the time." Michael said, grabbing an apple. "And try eating a little more, please, you need to." Was all he said until he turned around and left.

My jaw dropped and I looked at Max. "Who-Who is that?" I asked him. "That's not Michael. What happened?" I asked and Max shrugged.

Calum walked into the kitchen and I looked at him. "Calum, what happened to Michael?" I asked. "He's different today." I said.

"I didn't notice anything different about him." He said slowly, looking into the living room. "What do you mean?"

"He's not ins-never mind," I said. I didn't want him to get even more upset with his band mate. Calum nodded and then grabbed an orange.

"You heard your brother, eat a little bit more." Max said and I looked at the bowl disgusted. "I'll feed you if you don't feed yourself." He said and grabbed my bowl.

"But I don't want it." I said and he scooped some of the cereal in the spoon. "No," I protested and he sighed.

"Eat so I can go home and not worry about you not eating anything all day." He said and I looked at the bowl in his hands. I parted my lips and he put the spoon in my mouth.