BLACK | MICHAEL CLIFFORD

Twelve

I wake up with a pounding head. This is definitely the worst hangover I have ever had. I turn around in my bed again to catch some rest but I feel some air in my face and silently snoring. I open my eyes and I jump out of bed in shock. What the fuck?!

"What is this?". I whisper to myself and cover my mouth when the naked girl that is lying in my bed turns around. I hope she didn't hear me.

I eye myself and see that I am not wearing anything at all. Fuck. No. This can't be. I put on my clothes and walk out of my room. I can't believe I just took a girl back at the hotel.

"Morning Michael". Calum greets me when I walk out of my room. He raises his cup filled with tea and I give him a nod.

What if she just walks out of that fucking room while Calum is sitting there at the dinner table? What would he think?

I grab a cup of coffee and sit down in front of Calum. I just can't believe this. I have done something so stupid.

"What's up? Are you still feeling so fucked up about last night?". Calum frowns.

"I-I... yes. I have a huge hangover because I sneaked out and drank too much alcohol. I am so stupid and I don't even know what I'd do with myself". I sigh and run my hand through my messy hair.

"It will be okay, Michael". He smiles. But if he only knew that a girl is laying naked in my room right now.

"Good morning!". Ashton and Luke cheer when they leave their rooms. They sit down with us and we all don't say a word. Waking up in silence is the best thing in the morning.

"Hello". I hear a female voice say. We all turn around to my room's door and the guys' faces all flush and their eyes widen when they eye the blonde skinny girl standing there only wearing one of my shirts and some underwear.

"Hii". I say. The guys look at me and they all frown. Fuck.

"Shall I make some breakfast? You guys must be so hungry". She says and walks over to the cooking area.

"May I ask what your name is again and what we've done last night? I mean... I don't remember a thing anymore". I sigh and stand up.

"Oh. Well... my name is Taylor. We met at the club last night and I brought you home because you were so sad. You couldn't stop talking about this girl who ripped your heart out and I felt so bad for you. So I put you in bed and you started kissing me. We... we didn't do so much. I mean, I am a virgin and I really don't want to lose it to a guy out of the club, even though you're very cool. This morning when you were already gone I looked around the room and I realized you were Michael from 5 Seconds Of Summer and I am feeling so bad right now. I am way too scared people will call me a groupie or anything, but I didn't know it was you". She fiddles with the fabric of my shirt.

"Oh". Is all I manage to say. I look around at the lads and they seem so confused.

"I am so sorry". She sighs. "Maybe I should get my stuff and leave".

"N-No. Stay. I-I want to get to know you better". I feel so guilty, did I just use this beautiful girl? Her face lights up and she nods.

"You got over Rebecca real fast". Ashton says with an arched eyebrow and takes a sip from his cup.

"Shut up". I scoff ans walk over to Taylor. "We can get some breakfast somewhere and maybe talk?".

"Sure". She says.

We walk over to my room and I close the door behind us. She pulls my shirt over her head and I eye her gorgeous body. She catches me staring and her face flushes and quickly covers her body.

"No. I am sorry. I was definitely staring at you. I know. This is so wrong. But you're so gorgeous". I blurt out and my eyes widen after I just said these words.

"Oh". She says. "Can you turn around?".

"Yeah". I say and do as she says.

I feel arms wrapped around me and turn around to hug her back. My eyes are closed and I burry my head in her neck. She smells like vanilla, it smells so good.

"Michael. I am so sorry for last night". She speaks.

"It's okay". I whisper and hold her even closer.

We loosen our grips on each other and Taylor continues to put her clothes on. I quickly wash my face in the sink of my own bathroom and she does the same. Without make up she's still so beautiful, like wow.

I can't stop looking at her as we walk towards this little cafe where they serve the best sandwiches ever. We sit down somewhere in the back because we need some privacy.

"So how old are you?". She asks.

"Seventeen". I say and her eyes widen.

"I thought you were older".

"H-How old did you think I was?". I frown.

"Like... twenty? I mean, how would you ever get into the club?". She takes a sip from her lemon tea and I sigh.

"I am so sorry, but how old are you?".

"Nineteen". She says and looks down at her hands.

"Does it matter?". I ask and place my hand on hers.

"It wouldn't if we were friends or in love. We're strangers Michael who met in the club and did dirty things last night. You're underage and I shouldn't have done that with you". Taylor says after a minute of silence.

"Can't we be?". I almost whisper. Do I really want her to hear the desperation in my voice?

"We need to get to know each other much better. But I doubt it. You're becoming really famous here in the states while I am just studying to become an English teacher. What do we know about each other than how we look like naked?".

"I know that you're beautiful, even without make up. I know that I love your beautiful soft voice and I know that I really would like to get to know you, the real you".

"You're heartbroken. I can't start dating someone with a broken heart. It will lead to nowhere. I will be used and that fucking sucks". She shakes her head.

"What if I promise I will tell you when I am over her? What if we start off as friends? Or aren't you interested in me like that?".

"Dating you? Michael, I am older and I can't fuck up my future for someone who's dedicating his life to someone else and not to me. When I am in a relationship I want the boy to like me and only me. We just screwed around. It is nothing".

So again, a girl has let me down and kind of dumped me. When will it change? I know I have knows Taylor since last night but she can be the girl who will help me to get over Becca. I know I am still saying I love her and then change my mind and hate her with my guts, I am just so confused.

After we ate breakfast and I pay, because I am kind of a gentleman and I'm kind of feeling guilty of getting in her pants last night.

I walk my way back to the hotel until Taylor stops me and I turn around to face her.

"Wait". She breaths.

She presses her lips against mine and I have no idea what is going on.

"We can try". She whispers after she breaks our kiss and I haven't felt so good since a while.