Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chapter Fifty-Five

I wake up beside Michael, something I'm still not quite used to but love the feeling of.

I notice he's already awake, but just staring at the ceiling. I roll over, facing him fully.

"Hey." I say softly, smiling at him. He looks at me, giving me a half smile and a chuckle.

"Hey." He copies. I blink slowly, waking myself up.

I look around, noticing we're in Michaels room.

"When did we get here?" I ask him. He rolls over, yawning.

"I woke up to get some water, and realized we were squished on the couch. So, I picked you up and brought you here where we crashed." Michael explained. He takes my hand in his under the blankets, intertwining our fingers together.

"Well that's very nice of you, thank you." I thank him. He shrugs in response, smirking.

I roll over grabbing my phone and searching the my contacts for Emma's number, I click it and hold the phone in front of my face while I wait for her to answer the FaceTime call. When the screen goes to FaceTime unavailable I turn my phone off and toss it down on the bed.

"She didn't answer?" Michael asks making me turn to look at him and shaking my head.

"Bitch." I mumble under my breath hearing him chuckle. I hear my phone start ringing making me lean forward to grab my phone. I look down at it reading a FaceTime call from Mae. I swipe the button across the phone and read as it says connecting.

Michael places his chin on my shoulder, lightly kissing my jawline. I smile slightly.

I watch as the picture of Michael and I go into the corner of the phone. There lays Emma, her eyes closed, the phone dangerously pointed downwards and messy hair.

I hear her bed squeaking, and Niall murmur something. I immediately close my eyes and turn my head towards Michael. Michael laughs which makes Emma open her eyes.

"Hi T!" She tries to speak normally, but isn't working. I don't look at her.

"Hey..." I say, traumatized. Michael continues to laugh.

"I don't know if you can tell, but I'm getting railed." She tells me. I nod my head, my face in Michael's hair.

"Oh I know."

"Niall told me-"

"I don't fucking care what Niall told you."

"T-"

"Please, I don't want to see this."

Emma tries to say something else, but Michael hangs up the phone for me. I pull away from his hair and look at him.

He laughs then leans towards me, capturing my lips with his. I smile into the kiss, finding the situation funny.

We pull back, and I rest my head on his chest. Michael wraps his arms around me, holding me to him.

"As much as I'd love to stay here, I have to get ready to meet my horny best friend." I roll over to unlock my phone again when I see a text from Emma.

From: Mae

Hey, I can't make it for breakfast today. Rain checckl?

Did she really just text me during sex? And mess up?

I look at Michael with a 'are you seeing this' look. Michael gives me an amused look back.

I leave her on read and swing my legs over the bed, sliding myself off and walking to his desk chair.