Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

My Little Secret (M.C)

PART 6

YOUR POV

I could feel his body tensing up and the way his brow furrowed, I knew he was thinking about something.

Something was on his mind and his silence was worrying.

"Michael?" I prodded.

He blinked a few times, coming to, before turning his head slightly to look down at me.

"Hmm?" he replied.

"What are you thinking about?" I inquired.

I saw him gulp as he turned his head away from me and I knew that it was something big.

Possibly something I wouldn't like much.

"I just had an idea that's all," he shrugged.

Okay, so why was he acting like it was bad?

"And I won't like it?" I asked.

"I don't think so," he confirmed.

I pushed away from his side and sat up in the bed, crossing my legs.

He sighed as he pushed himself up, pressing his back against the headboard.

He held out his arms for me and nodded, asking me to come to him.

I shook my head no, as I frowned at him.

He was going to talk to me.

"Come here," he sighed.

"No," I retorted. "Tell me what it is."

"Fine," he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I was just thinking, seeing as myself and the lads have an interview tomorrow on the radio, I could confirm us," he told me.

Confirm us?

Were we really ready for that?

Were we even there?

"Look, I know you don't want to be put in the spotlight, but I just want people to know I'm taken. And I certainly want people to know you're taken. I want people to know you're mine. Only mine," he growled, his lips curled.

I moved to straddle his lap and my palms cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at me.

"You know I'm yours and that's all that should matter right," I told him.

His hands came to wrap around my waist, his thumbs caressing my back.

"Yeah, that does matter. But I'm a man Y/N. Baby, I have needs and I'm very possessive of what's mine. I need all those guys out there to know you're mine," he grumbled.

I kissed his lips and he hummed with pleasure, as he pressed into me.

"Mine," he groaned.

"All yours baby," I confirmed.

"So can I tell the radio listeners?" he asked me.

He actually asked this time.

He'd started off just telling me, like he'd already made up his mind.

But now he was making sure I was okay with it.

And when I thought about it, I actually was.

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