The perfect person at the wrong time // Michael Clifford //

Chapter 8

~ Michael's POV ~

We are finally outside the pizza place.

I stopped walking and I turned to her.

I couldn't stop staring at her. She is so beautiful. I have never imagined that a girl could attract me that much. She has a natural beauty that none of the girls that I know can compare to her. She is not very tall. She has dirty blonde hair, almost brown and she has those beautiful hazel eyes that you can't find easily.

Damn! I think that I'm staring at her this whole time that I was thinking about her. I immediately looked away. I'm so awkward.

"Eh, let's go inside" I said and a nervous small laugh escaped from my mouth. She looked at me for a second before she turned her head to the door which was only 2 feet away from her.

I opened the door and I let her walk in first. I'm such a gentleman when it comes to a woman.

She made her way to the last table and I couldn't agree more. She sat down and I sat across her. It would be too bold to sit beside her, right?

"I'm starving" she groaned as she took the menu to her beautiful small hands. They seem soft and ... Okay that's creepy.

"Yeah, me too". Well this is true. I haven't eaten since the morning when Ashton made us some pancakes with bananas. I swear this guy is the best when it comes to a healthy meal.

The waitress came, she took our orders and she head back to the kitchen. I have to say that I'm impressed with Violet. She almost ordered the whole place.

"You are thinking, how I'm going to eat all that food, right?" she said and her lips formed the most beautiful smirk I have ever seen.

"To be honest ... yes" I smiled at her and I can see her eyes widen for a second before she looked away.

"I love food. I can't imagine my life without it. Also pizza is one of my favorite foods. Oh and I'm starving like a wolf" and with that she left her head rolling from her right side to the left one before looked me right in the eyes. I could feel my heart's wings going up and down, if this is even a feeling. There are not words that I can describe it anyway.

"Pizza is my favorite food too" I said with enthusiasm and I could see with my eyes' corner that our orders were coming.

"Well, I said is one of my favorites" she said with emphases and she turned to the waitress that was coming.

As I was sitting there, across her, watching her eating, I started thinking just one think that I'm not used to do. I need to know more things about this girl. I need to keep her in my life, whatever it takes.

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We finished our food and we got out of the pizza place. It's 2 am now and I'm sure that Luke will be mad at me because I didn't listen to him.

"Sooo, I have to go. Bruce would have already been worried as hell." Oi, oi, oi! Who the hell is Bruce? Whoever he is, he is a very lucky guy.

"Yeah, of course. Your boyfriend would probably be worried, as you said". I think she saw that my smile disappeared and she laughed. Nothing special, just a silly laugh.

"He is not my boyfriend. He is my brother". Oh my god. I'm such an idiot. Okay, I have to chill. Chill Michael, chill.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thoug-"she cut me off.

"It's okay" she said and a small smile appeared on her face.

She was about to leave but I grabbed her arm softly so I wouldn't hurt her.

"Eh ... I would love to talk to you again. So do you mind giving me your number?" I could feel myself blushing.

"Oh! Eh ... okay" and with that she gave me her number. I'm exciting and I don't even know why.

"Well, goodnight" she waved me and she disappeared in the dark streets.

I smiled to the thought of her smile and I took my way back home.

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I opened the front door. It was pitch black but I could see TV's light from here. I hoped it was Calum or Ashton awake, but I was wrong. It was Luke.

"Where have you been?" he asked me while his eyes were focused on the TV in front of him.

"Out". I threw my leather jacket to the armchair that was next to the sofa and I started undressing.

"I told you to be back before eleven, you know" Not again.

"Well, I was up to something so I couldn't make it home before eleven" I took off my pants and I threw them to the armchair.

"Hmm, it's about a woman, wasn't it?" now he is staring right at me with a big smirk on his face. I couldn't keep looking at him with a blank expression anymore so the first smile after she went home appeared on my face.

"I knew it! She is a model, an actress or a singer?" he said with a boring voice like it is something that it happens all the time. It's true. But not anymore. I'm tired of all this bullshit like 'Michael Clifford sleeps all around with random girls' or 'Michael Clifford was spotted with this famous singer, are we have here a new dating thing? Blah, blah, blah'. I'm not only this stuff. I have a heart too. Yeah I know I used to sleep around all the time, but I realized that all these hook ups didn't helped me with anything in my life. The only thing that they might help me is to deal with a horny moment. Nothing more.

He got up from the couch's pillow so I could lie next to him. It pisses me off that people think that only famous girls can attract me.

"No, it was a normal girl". He turned to me with confused eyes.

"It was a fan?" He asked more curious than before.

Shit! I forgot to ask her. I totally forgot that I'm in a band. She didn't bring it up either. Maybe she is not a fan. Maybe she doesn't like our music.

Suddenly, I felt sad. I felt sad about the fact that she is not a fan hurt me. Because we want it or not, we are a band that at least social media are talking about us all the time. It's impossible not to even know our names or ... is it?

"No, she wasn't"

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~ Violet's POV ~

I walked in to the back yard of my house. I unlocked the back door and I closed it behind me quietly, so I wouldn't wake him up. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and head to my room. Before I went to my room I checked Bruce's first. He wasn't there. I was acting like ballerina for nothing.

I closed my room's door behind me and I changed in to my pajamas. I laid down. I start staring at the ceiling and so many thoughts were running through my mind.

It was a bad day. A really bad day. But. There's always a but, isn't it?

But, it ended up to be a good one. A really good one.

I met someone who seems really kind and good person.

These kind of things are not happening to me, at all.

I felt a little bit nice after a long time.

It was something ... different. A good different

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So I spend a whooole day to this one. I hope you like it.

Sofia x