Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

My Little Secret (M.C)

PART 1

WARNING: SMUT
There will be a little bit of smut at the end so don't read if you don't like it

HIS POV

Has Michael Clifford got a secret girlfriend?

Sources have spotted the Australian singer cozying up to a girl. Several pictures show the pair intimately talking and canoodling, without the other band members in sight.

I growled as I tossed the newspaper across the room, sending it flying.

How had they seen us?

I'd tried my hardest, God had I tried, to keep it secret, to keep her hidden.

I cared about her a lot, I was falling for her, falling quick and falling hard.

But I didn't want people to know about her.

I wanted her to be my little secret.

I knew that if this happened, she'd end up being harassed.

She'd start to be followed, papped on a constant and I didn't want that life for her.

I wanted her to have a normal life, I wanted her to live the life she would have if she wasn't with me.

She'd already told me when we first starting seeing one another that she was afraid of being in the spotlight.

I threw my head back on the sofa and covered my face with my hands.

I was fuming.

Why couldn't they fucking leave us alone?

I didn't want this for her.

I just hoped to God she didn't see this.

I didn't want her seeing this.

I knew now that I had to be more aware of our surroundings when we were together.

I thought I was doing a good job of it.

But I'd failed.

And fuck did that annoy me.

My phone buzzed, vibrating with an incoming call, and moving across the table.

I pushed myself up quickly, grabbing the phone and cutting the offending noise off as I answered it.

"Hello?" I grumbled.

"Hi, it's me," she replied, her voice wavering.

My head snapped up and I felt my heart break hearing her sounding so deflated.

"Baby, are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied, with a sigh.

Her one worded answer was concerning and I knew, just hearing her, something was up.

She wasn't her usual chirpy self and it worried me.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry babe. I didn't mean for this to happen. I promise I'll be more careful next time," I promised her.

I hoped she'd listen and believe me.

I hoped she didn't give up on me because of this.

It would kill me.

"It's okay Michael. I know it's not your fault. But hey, look on the bright side. I'm famous," she joked, a little bubble of giggles erupting into my ear.

I grinned, as I heard that beautiful sound ringing in my ear.

I'd missed hearing that sound, I'd missed her voice.

I just missed her.

"You need to come out here soon. I miss you like fucking crazy!" I groaned.

She laughed again, making my heart flutter.

"I'm coming out tomorrow Mikey, we already discussed this," she teased.

"Yeah, but tomorrow can't come fast enough. I need you now, right here, in my bed," I cooed.

I stood as I heard her gasp, and her breathing becoming heavy, as she panted slightly.

My jeans were already becoming tighter as I began to think of the ways I could welcome her home.

I wanted her in my arms, in my bed.

I strode through the hotel room, until I reached my room and shut the door behind me.

"Will you be coming for me?" I teased.

"I feel like there's a double meaning to that question," she breathed.

"You know me too well baby girl," I groaned.

"Michael," she whimpered.

"What baby?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"You know what. You're a fucking tease," she huffed.

I knew her too well, and I knew right now she'd be crossing her one free arm over her chest and frowning.

Her forehead would be creased, with her lips pulled down.

"I love it when you talk dirty," I teased, grinning as I heard her scoff.

"I will hang up on you," she warned.

"You wouldn't dare!" I grunted.

"Oh yeah," she tested.

"Yeah," I mocked.

She laughed, and I opened my mouth to speak, when I was met with the dialling tone.

It buzzed in my ear, and my mouth dropped open.

She really just hung up on me.

She did.

I pulled up her name in my contacts and rang her back to no avail.

Each time I was met with her voicemail telling me she'd call me back.

I tried for the fifth time before giving up and tossing it on the bed.

I groaned as I ran my hands through my hair and lay back on the bed.

Oh was she getting it tomorrow.

She didn't hang up on me.

I wouldn't let her.

Tomorrow she was in for a lot more than she expected.

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