Cyber ~ 5sos

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Isabella's POV

I tiptoe off the edge of the sturdy cold ladder beneath me reaching to the top right corner of the wall, touching up the last little parts.

Me and Michael had spent at least 4 hours painting now, in between ordering pizza and multiple coffee breaks.

Thankfully Michael was surprisingly good company, he would tell me stupid stories and keep me updated on the gossip.

What he wasn't so good at was keeping secrets, especially the dick squads secrets.

I now knew that Calum fucked 3 girls in one night, Luke once stayed in the same underwear for 5 days and Ashton had a raging crush on someone.

Although at this point, Michael decided it would be a good idea to shut up. I happily agreed.

I was happy that Ashton had moved on, it meant there wouldn't be an elephant in the room every time we were together now.

'Can I change the music?' Michael asks from the other side of the room. I turn around to see his face scrunched up at the song currently playing.

'Yeah sure' I flap my hand at him, painting with the other hand.

He walks over to the docking station effortlessly and changes the music, to a chilled song.

'What song is this?' I ask, subtly dancing on the ladder.

'Oh I don't know, it's a playlist by La Belle Musique' he replies, walking back over to the paint pot by him.

'Laba music what' I ask confused by the jumble of words which escaped his mouth.

'They're a YouTube channel' he replies blankly, walking over to me.

'Oh wait Isabella you uh got something there, let me-'

'No I know how this goes, you're so cliché god damn it' I laugh, quickly jumping off the ladder.

'I know how this will go-' I trail off walking towards him swishing around my paint covered brush in my hand, '- you're gonna put paint on my face or something'

His hand which was kept behind his back falls, showing the light grey paint smothered on it ready to use me for prey.

'Just because you know now, doesn't mean I won't stop' he laughs evilly, taking a step towards me. I widen my eyes instantly and then on my heel, running out of the room.

'NO MICHAEL' I shout behind me to the red head, decreasing the space between us. I run into the living room, sharply turning left into the kitchen.

Shit a dead end.

I sigh loudly and turn around, almost jumping out of my skin when I see Michael smirking in the doorway.

'Mi-' I'm quickly cut off by the door being knocked.

Why was the door knocking, I have a buzzer?

I furrow my eyebrows and so does Michael, I quickly push past him walking through the kitchen, but as soon as I walk past him, I feel something cold on my right butt cheek. I stop in my tracks and twist my body round, to look at my bottom.

My blood boils as soon as I see the hand print, cupping my butt cheek.

'Really?' I grit at Michael who bites his lip trying not to crack up.

'Go answer the door' he says, laughing.

I huff and turn around making my way to the door.

This apartment has basically everything but a looking hole in the door.