Banding // 5sos

7 - Sleeping Beauty

"Happy birthday!" He stood up and pulled me into a big hug. I didn't say anything; I just stood there, frozen in place. Michael waved his hand in front of my face.

"Hello? Are you okay?" He asked me, looking a bit worried.

"You're Michael Clifford." I softly mumbled to myself, trying to get myself back to life. Apparently Michael heard me and burst into laughter. "No, I'm a talking cow." A small giggle escaped my mouth. I was back to life again.

"I'm sorry for my weird reaction. I clearly did not see this coming." I said looking up to him. He was taller than you would expect in real life. I mean, I knew I was tall but I really needed to look up to talk to him.

"Hey, it's okay. Some fans do way weirder stuff." He laughed, probably thinking about a weird experience with a fan. I had heard his laugh before during interviews and videos, but I swear I just died right there.

"Thanks for the guitar by the way, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I said and I turned my head to look at it again. "It must have been really expensive. You didn't have to give me such a big gift. You didn't even have to give me something!"

He sat down on the couch again and took off his black boots, revealing red socks with little giraffes on it. He's such a dork. "This isn't even the whole present." He said, raising his eyebrows. He really should get a smaller piercing, because if he keeps this one, he's gonna ruin his eyebrow.

"There's more? I come home from school at my birthday with a Michael Clifford on my couch and a super expensive guitar, and there's more?!" My voice got a little higher, that always happened when I got excited. He was doing way too much for me. Why would he even do all this? Why me?

We had a comfortable silence after what I said. "Why me?" I asked him after a little while. He stood up from his place and came sit next to me.

"Because the boys and I think you're a damn talented fifteen year-old." He stayed silent for a moment. "And you have nice breasts."

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The doorbell rang and I quickly ran to it to open, knowing who was on the other side.

"Dad!" I embraced him in a hug and let him in. I hadn't seen my dad for what felt like forever, even though I was at his place only three weeks ago. "Hi sweetheart, happy birthday."

He followed me to the living room, which my mom had decorated with balloons and garlands. Michael was sitting smiling on the couch scrolling on his phone, probably trough Twitter or something. I wonder how long he's going to stay here?

When he saw me and my dad, he stood up and shook my father's hand. "Hello Mr. Johansen, my name is Michael, I'm a friend of Heather and Julia."

My father nodded and pulled a fake smile. Doesn't he like him? We all sat down on the couch and my dad whispered in my ear: "Is he your boyfriend or Heather's?" I burst out into laughter, not able to control myself by this really funny sudden question. "Oh my god, dad!" I said and wiped away a tear with my finger.

"What is it?" Michael said uncomfortably, sitting up straight. "My dad just asked if you were mine or my mom's boyfriend." I said in between my laughter.

He giggled and tried to say something, but the doorbell rang again. I opened the door and saw my grandma and my aunt standing in front of me. "Hi! Welcome, come in!" I said and soon the whole family was inside eating cake and catching up with eachother. I got a lot of birthday wishes and had a really nice time hanging out with my family again.

Michael and my grandma looked like they were having a fun conversation and I could see her smiling and pointing at his hair. She loves him already.

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"French Fries!" Michael ran to the kitchen like the excited kitten he is. Everyone except my dad had left and we were now having dinner with the five of us.

My dad grabbed something from under the table and put it in front of me. "You didn't tell me what you wanted, so don't be too excited." I swallowed the french fry that I was eating. "What first, the envelope or the package?" I asked him, looking down at the in red paper wrapped present with an envelope taped on it.

"The envelope." He said and I opened the envelope. Inside was a hundred Euro note and a 'Happy Birthday' card. It had dancing mouses on it and when I opened it, it sang a high-pitched birthday song. My dad can be so cliche sometimes.

Then I opened the package. I tried to open it without making a mess, which took me a little longer.

"Oh my god, just rip the paper already." Michael whined, and he put another french fry in his mouth.

I threw the paper on the ground, deciding that I'd clean that up later. In front of me was a black shirt. I turned it around and saw the very familiar logo.

"I know how much you love them. Every time you're at my place, you try to make me deaf with their music. Plus, you cried when I said you couldn't hang those posters on your wall. I hope this shirt makes up for that." He said and I felt like my head was the color of a tomato. Apparently my dad hadn't recognized Michael and just thought he was this weird emo friend. I looked to my left to see a smirking Michael.

"Thanks." I mumbled, acting like I was very concentrated on my food. I felt so embarrassed. My mom was laughing so hard, she almost choked on her water. My dad still didn't get what was going on but decided to let it go. We finished our dinner in silence, Michael keeping the smirk on his face the whole time.

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"Michael, I made hot chocolate!" I shouted upstairs from the kitchen. He had gone straight to his room after dinner to unpack. When I got no response after five minutes, I grabbed his and mine mug and walked upstairs to bring it. Such a lazy ass. I knocked on the door of the guestroom, making sure it was okay for me to walk in.

"Michael?" I opened the door, revealing a very tired looking Michael laying in star-position on the bed. He didn't even bother to get dressed. Jet lagged as fuck.

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