When I woke up, Michael was snoring upon the back of my neck, hot breath hitting my skin. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand.
Wait... it's 4:56PM! What the hell?
Oh right, long hours at the studio where I was forced to attend. I groaned, desperately wanting to yell at all four boys who screwed up my sleeping schedule.
I crawled out of bed, making sure that I didn't wake Michael up. I kinda missed having the bed to myself, but it's also nice having someone to cuddle with. I remember Michael tugging me closer to his body while he was still in a pretty deep sleep... how does he do it?
I decide to take a shower, hoping that it would wake me up completely. However, after doing so, I realized that I forgot to bring extra clothes in the bathroom with me... shit. I wrapped a towel tightly around my body, and prayed that Michael would either still be asleep (he's a heavy sleeper anyway) or already out of my room.
I stepped out, and tiptoed over to my closet.
"Mia?"
I jumped up, startled. "Ah, Michael!" I screamed, feeling my towel slip off body despite how tight I wrapped it.
"Wha- OH SHIT."
I reach down to quickly grab my towel and stand up, but it's too late. Michael was already staring at my naked self, causing me to blush darkly.
"Look away!" I shouted, covering all parts of myself I didn't feel comfortable with Michael seeing.
He stood up and walked over, and my heart started racing. He bent down and picked up the towel that was still on the floor since I had failed to grab it. He gestured to wrap it around my body himself, but I shook my head. Like hell I was going to let him see my boobs, sure it doesn't matter but I don't want him to use it against me in the future - he seemed like type to do so.
"C'mon," he said, smiling lopsidedly. "I've seen plenty of girls' bodies, no need to be shy."
I gasped. "Get the fuck out of my room."
"Shit," he cussed. "I didn't mean it!"
"Go away," I begged.
"I mean... I already saw it a few seconds ago so I might as well-"
"Michael, please leave."
He nodded, and I noticed that his face was as red as a tomato. He leaves my room quickly, and I sigh in relief. I don't care what people think of my body, but that doesn't mean I like to flaunt it around to a boy who has probably slept around with multiple women. I don't want him to compare mine with someone better...
What am I saying? Michael isn't like that.
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I hid out in my room all day. The only time I snuck out was when I went to retrieve food from the kitchen without the boys knowing. I had locked my door so no one could barge in; I was too embarrassed to leave my room.
Michael probably told them all what happened and they're all laughing at me right now. Wait... Would Michael really do that? I don't think-
"YOU SAW MY PRINCESS NAKED?!" I hear Ashton scream from downstairs, and my face pales. "WHAT THE FUCK MICHAEL?!"
I heard voices argue but not loud enough so I could hear them. Calum and Luke was probably calming Ashton down while Michael blushed in a corner. It's only been a few days but I've come to know these boys quite well.
I hear footsteps running up the stairs and I groan.
"Princess!" Ashton yelps outside my door. "Open up!"
