Silly Boy.

Part Seventeen: Not Normal

(A/N: Hiya Cupcakes. Sorry for my temporary disappearance there for a bit. It's a long story that I really don't want to bother you guys with soooo yeah. Anywhozeles, I'm back now!! Onwards we tread :3))
((Also, I'm not Australian so I have no idea about restaurants in Sydney. I made one up for the date Y/N and Michael go on. It is not a real place. Thank you for understanding))

Last Time:

"Oh, and Y/N," Michael says in a questioning tone, with you saying yeah in response. "I love you." Your heartbeat picked up as soon as he said that, making you feel kind of dizzy. The butterflies in your stomach were relentlessly trying to make you get sick. Fireworks; to the worst degree. You felt like you were floating on air, and you finally cleared your throat and said "I love you too, Mikey." He smiled at you before tipping his imaginary fedora, putting his helmet on, and riding away. Damn, did that boy know what he was doing. You just hoped you could handle it, because this feeling was absolutely, mind-numbingly amazing.

This Time:

Two weeks later, Mikey was taking you out. On a date. School had officially let out for summer holiday, and at first you wondering if it would be one of your stereotypical celebration outings with you, him, and a handful of your mutual friends but that was not the case. Mikey was taking you out on a date the first day of summer holiday. No Calum, Luke, Ashton or Harry involved. Just you, Mikey and some food. And you couldn't have asked for it to be any other way.

Michael had told you before leaving your place to get ready to dress nicely because he was taking you to the nicest restaurants in all of Sydney; The Parlour. Don't get confused by it's non-classy name, The Palour is one of the best restaurants in all of Sydney. It ranks at four stars, but was actually quite affordable (if it wasn't, you wouldn't let Michael take you there, considering he was insistant on paying).

You finally finished getting ready after Who-Knows-How-Long about eight minutes before 8:00, the destined time for Michael to come and get you. You had dressed nicely, wearing an emerald coloured, stopping-just-before-knee-length dress with black heels. You had curled your Y/H/C hair and let it fall loosely down your back in beautiful tresses. You also put on a bit of makeup, of course but not too much as you didn't want to look desperate even though at this point, you kinda were.

You await Michael's arrival anxiously, sitting on the arm of your couch. "Y/N," says an all too familiar voice. You turn around and face your father, who was in a white tee shirt covered in oil stains from working all day. "Papa," you respond calmly, trying not to seem frightened by the sterness that was in his voice when he had called for you. "Where the hell do you think you're going at this hour on a school night?" You take a deep breath before responding, praying to all the entities that you had learned about in religion class to give you courage. "Summer holiday started today, Papa. I'm going out." You automatically regret the second statement because your father looked at you with angry eyes. "Out? With whom? And without my permission?"

He didn't sound angry but he most certainly looked angry. "Yes, out," you responsd calmly, looking him in his deep brown eyes. "With Michael. And I'm sorry I didn't ask first, Papa. You're never home for me to ask." Your father sighed in response to that, pinching the bridge of his nose in an annoyed manner. At that very moment, the doorbell chimed, ringing through the house. You looked at the clock, seeing that it was 8:00 on the dot. It has to be Michael; He's always so courtious.  "That's him," you say quietly, looking expectantly at your father. He grunts, letting go of his nose. "Be home before midnight, Y/N." You squeak from pure giddiness when your father says that, thanking him over and over. "But, if this boy breaks your heart I'm going to have to break his face," your father says with a hardy laugh and you thank him one more time before planting a kiss on his cheek, grabbing your emerald coloured clutch and meeting Michael on the porch.

"Damn," Michael whispers once you had closed your door. He was staring at you with what appeared to be admiration in his eyes. "You look so beautiful, Y/N," he says softly, his green eyes meeting yours. "You always do." You feel yourself blush before you manage to stutter out a shy, small 'thank you'. Michael chuckles at your shyness, and only then did you notice his appearance. To start things off, he had ditched his typical converse and donned a pair of dress shoes that probably belonged to his father considering they looked just the slightest bit too big for Michael's feet. He had on black slacks, and his dark blue under shirt had been tucked in neatly. (The neat tucking in job must have been the work of his mum.) Over top of his lovely under shirt was a black jacket and he had even managed to properly get a tie under the collar of his under shirt; The tie was white. He looked handsome and dashing....and breathtaking.

"You look really nice too, Michael," you whisper, looking up to meet his eyes yet again. His eyebrow goes up as he says "Do my ears deceive me? Did I just hear Y/F/N (your full name) call me Michael? Y/N, the girl that's been calling me Mikey since we met is calling me Michael? Are you feeling well, Y/N? Do you have a temperature?" Mikey ends his little scene by pressing the back of his hand to your forehead 'to see if you had a temperature.' You laugh at his silly antics before saying "You could have just said thank you like a normal person." Mikey chuckles as he removes his hand from your forehead and says "Ah, yes, but I am not a normal person."

You laugh aloud at that one, stopping suddenly when Michael grabs your hand without a single word, beginning to pull you towards his red car that must have just recently gotten out of the shop. "Thank you," Michael finally whispers, continuing to tug you to the car. "For the compliment, I mean," he says when your eyes meet his in confusion. You shrug carelessly before saying "It was true." Michael laughs softly, opening the shotgun door for you. "Yeah, okay," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm before closing your door and rounding the car to get in on the driver's side. "It is," you protest, looking at him as he starts the car. "Y/N, I think maybe you're not normal either."

((A/N and I'm gonna leave that there for your reading enjoyment(?). I promise I will try and update more often. Okay? Okay. See ya on the flipside. ~Anniplier :3))

((OH, ps, what do you guys think of the new cover? I made it myself!!))