My hero - Michael Clifford

Ch6 - Stop kissing

Hey.
I have returned. This is a chapter that was partially written in 2015, I'm going to finish it and try continue the story.
(Including the below author note because it's funny now I've got a degree 😂)

Hi I'm back so yeah I had exams and stress and no time to write (even on the bus I was revising) A Levels were hard and I got diagnosed with dyslexia and I've found everything quite hard but I'm back bitches!
Okay so I'm not sure if I've said before but I have a vague plan of how I want this story to pan out, let's see if it actually happens!
I find description of surroundings & outfits difficult, so please bear with me & if you have any tips please please help a pal out?!?
Okay so on with the story because that's what you're all here for really, isn't it?

***Jenna's POV***

After we had finished in the pool, we headed back up to the rooms. Harry had left us with a vague insult and a promise to see us at the concert later.
'So, Jenna,' Calum turned to me with his eyebrows raised.
'Yes Calum?' I asked, glancing down at him on the floor.
'Are you ready to see us live in concert?' He asked with a grin. The words 'live' and 'concert' seemed to set something off in the other three boys, they started singing loudly and making guitar noises.
It was quite disturbing to be honest.
'Yeah,' I grinned, cuddling into Michael's side on the sofa once he had calmed down and stopped dancing around.
'Good,' Calum nodded once and that was the end of the conversation, as he turned to leave the room.
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'This is where our guitars live,' Michael pointed to the rack of guitars against a wall, grinning proudly when I smiled and nodded in approval.
'That's where I go on stage,' he pointed to a staircase that lead up onto the stage. 'But I can't show you it all because there are some fans in the venue.'
'It's fine sweetie,' I reassured him, squeezing the hand I was holding.
'What else do you want to see?' He asked quietly, more to himself than anything else.
'What about the canteen?' I suggested, suddenly realising I hadn't eaten since the plane ride.
'Great idea! You must be starving!' He grinned with enthusiasm, setting off at a fast pace dragging me behind him.
'This is Sarah's kitchen,' he announced with a smile and an arm sweep. 'What do you want to eat?'
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'Hey Mike,' a male voice with an Irish tilt drifted out of a dressing room as we walked down a corridor after we had eaten.
'Hi Ni,' Michael smiled, leading me into the dressing room.
'Is this the girl you've been talking about?' Niall asked, jumping up to come over and hug me tightly.
'Yeah and I'd quite appreciate it if you didn't crush her to death,' Michael laughed, dropping my hand as I hugged Niall back.
'I don't mind,' I smiled as Niall released me from the hug.
'Of course you don't,' Michael rolled his eyes playfully.
'Are you buzzin' for tonight?' Niall asked me with a wink, as Michael to wrapped an arm round my shoulder.
'Yeah,' I nodded, grinning at Niall.
'Who are you more excited to see?'
"My boyfriend of course," I smiled up at Michael, who kissed the top of my head.
"Understandable," Niall laughed, with a shrug. "I'll catch you guys later I've gotta go see a man about a guitar"
"Bye Ni," Michael grinned, leading me towards his dressing room.

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"If you stand right here, you can see everything, and I can see you if I step back slightly," Michael whispered in my ear as he stood behind me, arms around my waist.
"So if I flash you, you'll see me?"
"I mean yeah, but so will anyone at the front on the other side of the stadium," Michael laughed, kissing the skin below my ear.
"Okay, guess you'll just have to wait until later," I giggled, wriggling back into him.
"Is that a promise?" He muttered, holding me back against him.
"Definitely."

***Michael's POV***

"Mike, it's almost stage time!" Ashton yelled as I kissed Jenna, who was perched on one of the railings at the side of the stage.
"Coming!" I called back.
"One more for luck?" She whispered, lips chasing mine as I tried to step away from her.
"Okay," I hummed, sliding my hands back up her thighs to pull her hips towards me.
"Stop kissing and come get your guitar," Ashton ordered, hitting me on the back of the head.
"Okay okay," I laughed, pulling away from Jenna for good. She pouted as I lifted her off the rail and onto the floor.
"See you soon babe," I kissed her on the forehead. "Enjoy!"