Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 10 - Birthday Sex (M.C)

* Y/N stands for your name *

PART 10

* Bang, bang, bang *

"Shit!"

I stirred, my eyes opening slowly as the banging from outside my room woke me.

I rolled over in the bed to see Michael was gone.

The indentation in the pillow from his head was still there and the covers were messy.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

* Bang, crash, smash *

"Ah, fucking hell!" he cursed loudly.

I laughed as I heard his angry voice floating through the hotel room.

What he was doing out there, I did not know.

I slipped out of the bed, still half asleep and my hair a disheveled.

A loud yawn escaped my lips and I covered my mouth with my hands.

I turned my attention to my phone and checked the time.

I gasped.

How had I slept so late?

The clock showed that it had just gone 10:30.

I stretched out my limbs and went to the en suite bathroom.

I grabbed the brush from my little bag and combed out my tangled hair.

I pulled it back into a ponytail and rubbed at my eyes again, trying to waken up.

I yawned again.

Why was I even so tired?

I'd slept early last night, earlier than I usually did.

Even after our hot, steamy sex, we'd managed to pass out at 2am.

I was usually asleep at 3 or 4, with work running late each evening.

And having a load of things to do to prepare for the next day.

The party last night was amazing and I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.

He'd gone out of his way to make the night so special and I'd loved every minute of it.

By 1, Michael was becoming irritable and wanted to get back to the hotel for some alone time.

I'd told everyone to stay and enough the rest of their night but they'd said they were tired too.

As I began tiptoeing around the room, picking up discarded clothes, I heard another bang, followed by a curse.

I just laughed quietly to myself.

I pulled on his shirt that was thrown on the dresser.

It still smelled like him and I breathed in deeply, the scent making me feel safe.

I walked over to the bedroom door and opened it quietly.

Michael had been determined to get a good hotel room, with a little kitchen in the corner.

As I walked through the living room space, I could smell something delicious.

My stomach grumbles as the aroma hit my nostrils and I licked my lips.

As I entered the little kitchen, I could just make out his body.

I could only see half of him, his back to be precise, as he worked over the stove.

What the heck was he doing?

And why was he being so loud?

As I came nearer, I noticed a smashed glass to the left of him.

I gasped, making him jump, as he span around to face me.

"Don't step back!" I yelled, holding up my hands.

He craned his neck to look at the mess behind him and frowned.

"It's okay," he muttered, his lips pulled down.

He turned his attention back to the stove, making sure his body blocked my view.

Whatever he was cooking smelled amazing.

And I was hungry!

"What are you cooking?" I asked.

I began walking towards him but he span around quickly, shaking his head.

His hands came to my shoulders as he turned me back around.

"No! Go back to bed. It's a surprise!" he squealed.

I giggled as I tried to turn my head to look behind us.

But his lips came to my lips, making me lose focus.

I hummed with pleasure as he kissed my lips.

"Don't ruin it," he grumbled, pushing me out of the kitchen.

"Go back to bed please," he pouted.

I grabbed his head in my palms and kissed his lips again.

He kissed me back lightly, then pushed me back.

He pointed out if the room.

"Bed. Now," he ordered.

I saluted and began to march out the room.

He leaned forward and slapped my ass, just before I was out of his reach.

I gasped and turned back to him.

"Don't get cheeky with me girl," he growled.

He winked before he went back to the kitchen to finish whatever he was making.

And I, with my body tingling from his teased, crawled back into bed.

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Sorry it took so long to finish this imagine! I've been super busy. I hope you guys enjoy this imagine:) - Meg

THE END!