"Michael?!" I yelled at him, annoyed.
"What?" he asked, a knowing smirk on his face.
"I have ten minutes to pack," I huff. "Help."
"What's the magic word?" His smirk gets wider.
"No, I'm not doing this."
"Aw, Mia. That's not the magic word."
"Ugh, fine. Please."
"Please what?" he gives me an expectant look.
"Michael!" I shout.
"Fine, fine."
He helps me stuff my suitcase of clothes that I hope will last for three weeks, the amount of time we'll be spending in Europe. Once I'm finally able to zip my bag completely, I sigh in exhaustion.
"I gotta get change," I saw, motioning towards my pajamas.
Before I could walk over to the bathroom, Michael grabs my wrist. "You look fine."
"Michael, I'm not walking through an airport in my pajamas," I said.
"We're going through the airport in a secluded way," he informs me. "That way fans or anyone else won't spot you. The Fangirls made us aware to not let you get seen by them."
"Oh."
"I also don't want my girlfriend to get bombarded or pushed aside if we ever get mobbed."
I look up at him. "Girlfriend?"
He nods, giving me a puzzled look. "Yeah, I can call you my girlfriend now... right? After all, you saw Clifford."
I furrowed my eyebrows, then remembered that we had named his hiding spot Clifford. I laugh and nod. "Yeah, of course. You can call me that."
He smiles and puts his arm around my shoulder. "Good."
"You're my boyfriend," I find myself saying excitedly, a smile making its way to my face. "You're... my boyfriend!"
I felt a little embarrassed to be acting this was but hey, I never had a boyfriend before. Michael's my first kiss, my first date, and now my first boyfriend.
"You're so cute," he chuckles, leaning over and kissing me softly.
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The airport is as quiet as a mouse, which is surprising since it's 5AM - probably the busiest time an airport can be in. I find out that we're flying on a private jet, and I get more excited and relieved by the minute.
I place my suitcase in the overhead carrier, with the help of Michael. I let him sit in the window seat while I sit in the middle, with no one sitting in the aisle seat beside me. The other boys are scattered elsewhere, headphones on and patient looks as they await for the plane to take off.
"Where in Europe are we going?" I asked Michael.
"Well first we're going to Italy for two days," he tells me and winks. "Hey, it's a very romantic country."
I blushed. "It's also a beautiful place, too."
"Oh, have you been there?" he questioned.
"No," I chuckled. "I've seen pictures, though."
He laughs and kisses my forehead. "I'm in like with you."
"And I'm in like with you too," I replied, leaning against him.
"Hey." I look up and see that Ashton is staring at the both of us. "Where did you two go last night?"
I glance at Michael and he bites his lip nervously, obviously not wanting to reveal his hiding spot.
