The First Time (5sos fic)

Chapter 7

Eleanor's POV

Casey has yet told me what happen between her and Calum. All day her and Calum were in the guest room. Are they dating now?

I look around the living room for Michael. Ashton and Chloe are sleeping on the couch while I'm just siting on the white chair.

It's going to be weird living here. With me and Michael actually dating now. I will never forget when he said "love you". It was all I needed from him.

My stomach feels the burn again when I remember that. What is he doing to me?

"Hey babe, want to go in my room so we don't have to hear them two snore" Michael appears to be a little upset about something, I can tell by his constant looking at me and then to his hands. It's what I do when I'm nervous or upset.

"Um..yeah. Are you okay" I ask. I had to keeping it locked up will kill me and I want to know what's wrong.

"Nothing" he lies. I shrug my shoulders and decide I'll figure it out later.

Walking the Michael's room I can tell something is wrong. I can almost sense it in the air.

"Are you sure your okay" I asked Michael again.

He smiles and bends down to kiss me. He guides me to his room. Stepping in the room I couldn't see a thing. Michael flipped the switch and I gasp as I saw, a dinner table with Monical's pizza on it. An the tv was streaming The Walking Dead on it.

"Your idea of a perfect date" Michael reminds me.

"You remembered" I whispered in shock. This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. I give him a big hug and kiss on the cheek and sat down and started to eat my pizza.

"You know that, this is the first date have ever been on" Michael states.

"Really, wow. I feel special" I smirk at Michael who, like I said before, is nervous as hell.

"You are" he whispers.

"Well, since the dinner is for me after dinner, you can do what ever you want with me" I say, slightly worried if what he'll do.

"Really" he asks.

"Yeah, I mean this is your first date, it should be special" I explain.

"Okay, but it's a surprise. I'm not telling you till after a couple episodes of The Walking Dead"

I sigh and nodded at the agreement.

Three episode of The Walking Dead and I'm tired as fuck. Instead of watching the show, Michael watches me. It sucked because he jumps episodes and he landed on one with Lori dying. I cried and Michael watched me, not even noticing the show at all.

"I'm tired, hurry up and do what you want" I joke.

"I want to get to know you" he simply says.

"Really, couldn't do that during dinner" I joke. He smiles. He undresses into only his black shorts. He tosses me his black shirt. I raise an eye brow in confusion.

"You don't have to wear pajama bottoms and a tank top now. Just wear the shirt" he states like its so easy to tell.

I do what he says and plop on the bed next to him.

"Okay, first question. If you didn't want to become famous, what would you be?" Michael asks. I wanted to work in the science department of physics but there was that slim chance of me that wanted to become a writer.

"I guess either be a writer or work in the physics department" I answer his question.

"Okay next one. What's your favorite color"

"Blue and black"

"Who's your favorite actor"

"Probably Cris Evans, because of his work of Captain America"

"Favorite song"

"How to save a life by the fray or I write sins not tradgities"

"Both really different songs but okay" he laughs. His white and light pink hair in his face. He looks so gorgeous and he doesn't even know it.

"Okay my turn to asks questions" Michael shrugs his shoulder and I went on. "Favorite tv show"

"Right now The Walking Dead"

"What? You didn't even watch it" I say.

"Yeah, but I like watching you watch it. Every gasp, every tear makes me want to watch you and even more"
I smile at Michael as he wraps his arms and legs around me, closing his eyes. The fire building up again, in the pit of my stomach.

I raise my hand to his cheek again, like last time. His breathing quickens and he flutters his eyes open.

"You are so tempting, young lady" I smile and he took the opportunity to kiss me. His tongue glides overt lip. I open my mouth slightly and his tongue meets mine.

"I never want this to end, I never want us to end" he moans.

"I hope it never does" I whisper. I lay my head on his chest. I can hear him breathing heavily.

"One more question" he asks.

"Hit me"

"What do you see in me" he asks. My eyes look at the beautiful, sweet and sometimes rude man in front of me.

"Because under all that hate, there is love, some people will never see the Michael Clifford's love side. I'm honored to see it. I will always remember that, even if we break up I will" I answer truthfully.

"Can I ask the same" I laugh at him. He nods and a takes a second to answer.

"I love you. Why? Because you don't give up on me. Even when you should. I was a dick to you, that's only because I was scared that if I tell you what I felt, that you would just walk away. I love you. At first I didn't know why, but now, now I know every reason" I felt my eyes watering up as he said that. My emotions through the roof.

As I stare into his blue-gray eyes. He only smiles as a tear falls down my cheek.

"Mrs.Eleanor Dickinson, I love you and I'll always be here waiting for you when something good or bad happens. We may or may not last forever, but my love for you will last forever" Michael eyes started to water too. One fell and I wiped it away with the pad of my thumb. When I was done I removed it but only to have Michael's hand keep it on his cheek.

"I love you" I whisper. That's the only thing I can say right now. I don't want to ruin this moment.

Michael, still wrapped around me, snuggled into my neck. I said this before but I have to say it again, I will never forget this. This feeling in my stomach that I feel every time Michael touches me.