*Michael's POV*
It started on a weekend in May. The boys and I had just finished a show in London and was in the mood to go to a pub. I was looking for "attention" if you get what I mean.
We had been there for a while when I felt somebody looking at me. I looked over by the bar and saw a beautiful girl with a powder white complexion. As soon as I looked at her I felt a connection.
The way she looked at me was ridiculous, like she was staring into my soul. She started walking over to me, every step had me waiting for the next. She said hello and told me her name before she whispered, "Let's get out of here."
Before I knew it, she pulled me outside and into the backseat of a car.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"My place," she said with a smirk.
This escalated quickly, I thought to myself.
Next thing, we were back at her place. She pulled me into her flat and sat me down on her couch. She went to her fridge and grabbed some Vodka. We drank all the way to third base. She stripped and pulled my shirt off.
The storyline was so ridiculous, every moment had me begging for the next. Before I knew, it was serious. She dragged me up the stairs and pushed me on the bed. And you can guess what happened then.
When I left the next morning, I knew none of the other guys would believe me. I look back now and smile at the memory. When the lights go out, she's all I ever think about. The picture playing in my brain of kissing in the rain, I can't forget it. Today, I seven-thousand miles away. The movie playing in my head of us in her king sized bed means I can't forget my English Love Affair.
