Dawn [m.c/one shot]

six am

"Morning already?" I mutter into my pillow. The nights over just like that? I could have sworn I just fell asleep ten minutes ago. Why does the night always go by so fast? You can never get enough sleep but for some reason I can't.

I pry the blanket up from its location near my legs and cover myself in attempts to hide from the sun but its no use. The light is dimly lit behind the fabric and its really bothering me. I flip over and place my pillow over my head as another way to avoid the sun but I can hardly breathe and oxygen is low. I quickly stick my head out from under my fort and whine to myself. Fuck you, sun.

I toss over onto my back again and stare at the flat screen in front of me. There lies a reflection of the sunlight coming through the window and my grumpy clone looking at me. Sighing, I realize its no use. I'm wide awake.

Beams of sunlight have hit my blanket now, with little dots from the curtain leaving a priceless decoration. It really gives this boring cotton blanket a nice touch.

I've been staring at my tired monsterous reflection for I don't know how long now when suddenly I feel something rub against my leg. I jump a little before remembering I'm not the only one sharing this makeshift mattress that my friend built for us. Thanks to her we have somewhere to sleep, eat and shower until we find somewhere to live.

Our landlord had kicked us out after hitting strike three of paying our rent late. He couldn't take not having us pay an extremely high and unreasonable amout of cash anymore. Even after explaining to him that I needed my money for school, and we both needed other bills to pay he didnt want to hear anymore of our "bullshit excuses" and made us leave. What an asshole.

I hear a groan come from beside me and I flip to my side, seeing nothing but a bulk of blankets on top of each other.

"Michael." I ask, "Can you breathe in there?"

No response.

"Michael."

Not even a groan.

"Mikey." I try again, this time poking the blankets.

Finally, I hear a deep groan and I see the blankets start to move. "Ugh. Andrea. Why are you talking."

I stiffle a laugh, "I was consirned about your respiratory predicament."

"What does that even mean?" He tirdly asks.

"Breathing, Mikey. I thought you couldn't breathe in there."

"I was breathing just find babe. Go back to sleep."

And with that I was left alone again with my thoughts. I swear Michael sleeps through anything. Loud music, parties, airplane turbulence, and sunlight. How does he do it?

"Hey Mike."

"What."

"Do you think shoes get sad when you dont wear them as much?"

"Andrea."

"It's a serious question."

"Andrea."

"I'm curi-"

Michael finally pulls down the covers from his face and looks at me with the most annoyed look on his face. "Babe. Shut. Up."

I can't help but smile. "There they are. My favorite green eyes."

I finally see a smile form on his lips and his cheeks turn a little pink, "Babe you're pissing me off stop being cute."

I bring the pillow up closer to my chest and pout, making sure he sees the whole act. "But I'm bored and awake and here you are sleeping like nobodies business."

"Fine." He says, he begins moving his blankets to the other side before opening his arms and beckoning me to move closer. I gladly accept his offer and scooch over until I'm snuggled up next to him.

"You smell like mint and Old Spice." I comment before placing my head on his chest. I can feel his chest moving and hear him laughing at what I had said. "That's the signature Michael Clifford smell."

I wrinkle my nose at him as a joke, "Luke smells nicer."

"Babe Luke smells like a flower."

"A pretty flower."

"Oh my God, just go to sleep."

After that it went back to being quiet again. The only sounds I could hear was Michaels breathing and the beating of his heart. It was nice to hear these sounds. It was nice that they were coming from him, and it was just nice that it was him. Ever since I met Michael I had a feeling he'd be in my life for good. Somehow along the way that for good feeling ended up being correct since we both moved in together. Dating Michael is like opening a new gift everyday. You never know what you're going to get, and some gifts might be worse than others or they may be the greatest gifts in the world. But it's never a dull moment with him and I'm happy it was him who I did my first everythings with and who I cry too when I'm sad and who I laugh with when I'm happy. Michaels my whole life.

I didnt realize I went from laying on his chest to staring right at him until I noticed he was staring back at me with a puzzled expression. "What's up, babe?"

"Nothing, I'm just glad I get to wake up beside you everyday."

He gently kisses my forehead in return to my answer. "And I'm the luckiest guy in the world for getting to love a hot girl like you."

"How romantic." I add.

"No, I'm serious. Andrea without you I wouldn't be half the guy I am right now. I'd still be out living a life full of unanswered questions and playing video games all day."

"You still play video games all day though."

"Yes but now they have meaning because they were bought with you in mind."

I laugh, "Ah yes. Because killing zombies is a very romantic thing."

"Yeah baby, you're dating a zombie killer. I save the planet and stuff." He winks at me, making my heart flutter. "But seriously. Even though we're both homeless and have to crash at Alexus' place and Luke is only a few feet away from me I know that it'll be okay and we'll get our crap together because as long as I'm with you things are always okay."

I gulp, not saying a word. Just hearing him say this reminds me why I chose him all over again. My cheeks hurt from smiling but I can't help but do it and I do the only obvious thing to do. I kiss him. I kiss the boy of my dreams and the boy that makes everyday a better day and I feel him kiss me back. And with Michael its also never a dull kiss because I always feel the same fire and the electricity that I felt since day one. Even when its the crack of dawn and we're still sleepy and tired as its only morning those kisses never seem to displease.

"I love you." Is all I can manage to say. "I love you 'til the moon and back.'"

"Nice way of putting my tattoo into that." He kisses my forehead once again, "But I actually love you more."

I snuggle up into his chest and breathe out, "As much as I'd love to stay here and fight over who loves who most I'd rather go sleep."

"Ah, so now you want to sleep."

I giggle, "Oh dont act like you dont want too."

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me a little closer towards him, not saying anything else. I let the sound of his breathing and the beat of his heart lull me into sleep once again. The sunlight not bothering me anymore.

THE END.

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This was just a little gift for my (best) friend. She's literally in love with Michael and since I have writers block with my Harry fan fiction I thought I'd do a one shot. Its 3 am and I just wrote this out of my ass so if I made some errors I'm not fixing them.

i hope you all enjoyed it. Especially you! You know who you are! I hope you love it.