Something New, Somewhere New - Michael Clifford

Home Sweet Home

We start to pull into the driveway twenty minutes later. They are all wide awake even with it being late or early depending on your perspective. Michael helps me out of the car for a second time that night. I go to the back to grab my suitcase but get pushed away by the other boys. Cal hands me the pizza.

"You go reheat the pizza in the oven and we will get the cases." He pointed at Luke and Ashton Luke not looking thrilled at the thought. I turn with them pizza and Michael gets out the keys I asked him to collect from the landlord. He opens the door and I walk to the kitchen. Turning on the oven I slide the pizza as best I can onto the tray without breaking it.

"What have you got in these?" Luke complained from the hallway. I peak around the corner and it is just like the day we first met and they came crashing in. Except Luke has crushed Michael's foot with my suitcase causing a traffic jam in the doorway. Profanities aimed at Luke flow from his mouth.

I run over lifting the suitcase off Michael's foot bringing him over to the plastic covered sofa. I sit him down and sit next to him.

"I am so sorry this is all my fault if I hadn't asked you...." I look at him he just smiles back at me like nothing is wrong.

"I am fine honest just hurt a lot I promise." He grips my hand tightly.

"Pass me the large suitcase I am going to need a towel to get this pizza out of the oven." I nod at Ashton who drags me over the suitcase. It pops open and a few bras fly onto the floor. I turn bright red and throw them back into the suitcase. Grabbing a towel I lock it and go to the kitchen.

I open the oven just before the pizza burns. Sliding the pizza back into the box as carefully as I can. Stupidly I catch my hand on the burning hot metal and yelp in pain. Michael runs into the kitchen seeing me in pain he sets the cold tap running and guides my burnt hand under the water. I wince at the pain searing through my sink.

"Hey, hey look at me." With his free hand he tilts my chin up to his face he then points to his scars by his eye. "I got burnt on a lot worse than an oven shelf you know?"

"Yes I know." I reach up with my right hand and run my fingers over the marks above his cheek bone. "Anyway chicks dig battle scars you know?"

"I know." He winks at me. I blush bright red in his gaze.

"It feels better now, promise." Michael reaches for the pizza box and carries it ahead of me.

We walk in and find the rest of the boys sat on the floor. We place the pizza box on the floor and all sit around it me close to Michael with my back resting on the sofa. Michael reaches a slice of pizza for me and a slice for himself and the rest of the boys tuck in. All too soon the pizza is gone and the boys are yawning I am not even tired.

"You can't drive tired even if you live close." I get up off the floor. "I can find some blankets for you to stay here whilst I unpack or are you staying over at Michael's."

"The boys can go next door to mine and I will stay here." He looks at my with the biggest puppy eyes ever.

"Fine you can sleep on the sofa whilst I unpack." I smile as he hands his keys over to the other boys.

"Just be quiet yeah, don't wake anyone." Michael says before letting go of the keys. I say goodnight and thanks before watching them leave the house. Reaching for my holdall I grab the slanket and throw it over to Michael. He yawns but gets up and pulls me close. The slanket tangles around my feet and I fall. Michael catches me be the waist.

"So have I swept you off your feet?" He grins looking down at me.

"Yes you have you swept me off my feet at the airport and every moment since." He brings his lips to mine gently and sit down on the sofa placing me on his lap.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" He yawns at me as I unwrap my feet.

"No not tired I slept all the way from Dubai." I slide off his knee and onto the sofa beside him sliding further up. I pat my lap and he slowly takes the hint resting his head on it. I cover him with the blanket and run my fingers through his hair. Kissing his forehead his eyes flutter shut as I watch the sun start its slow rise into the sky.