Reflections

Part 2

These parts are pretty short to start of while I build the foundations for the story.

When Michael went to bed on the first night of the bands two week break in London he expected to have a peaceful nights sleep void of dreams;the normal for him and then set about a normal day of chilling in at home with the rest of the boys . He should have realised however that his plan was derailing slightly when he woke up at 4am .(less than two hours after he had gone to sleep.) at first the tired lad was confused as to why he had awoken so suddenly ,then his mind began to replay the dream he had just been having.

  Michael stood in the centre of the room ,a large oak framed mirror stood directly in front of him. Through the glass he inspected his reflection . His eyes seemed the same as did his skin  and the shockingly bright shade of red currently coating his hair  was normal , accept instead of the usual short choppy hairstyle he was used to having his hair was longer and came down in a natural wave resting just below his shoulders rather elegantly. His hair wasn't the only thing different in his reflection, his face had also been altered slightly,the one sharp points of his jawline had been softened and his skin was smooth,not a hair to be seen in sight. His lips were fuller and glistened a sparkling red colour,he watched his reflection as his tongue darted out across his lips.
"Strawberry"
His line of vision traveled up to his eyes,where a dark silvery colour had been dabbled across his eyelids ,his eyelashes also appeared longer and darker framing his eyes and creating an illusion of there size.
"He kinda liked it."

Finally he allowed his gaze to travel down the frame of the full length mirror to his in his attire. It was almost a relief to see his usual black combat boots and ripped skinny jeans , but any chance of a relief was punched out of him when he realised what else he was wearing.
A plumb coloured crop top that down very well to show off his flat pale tummy...

And his nicely rounded breasts.

Michael shudders slightly at the memory of the dream,it really shouldn't be bothering him that much it was only a dream after all it doesn't mean anything,he once dreamt he had a crush on Jack Barakat (maybe he did ) but that didn't mean he was gonna wake up and propose to the man. It wasn't the possibility of the dream meaning anything that was causing Michael to over think ,it was the repetitive thought of
"Damn I looked really beautiful!" and the deep feeling in his core that he looked "right."

  Michael didn't end up getting anymore sleep that night which explains why he is sitting alone in the kitchen at 7am with a bowl of soggy cornflakes in front of him to occupied by his mind to eat . In the end he decided the dream was probably a normal experience and didn't mean anything and his reaction to it was most likely because of sleep deprivation . He didn't have anything to worry about really he knew all along that he was a guy .

  Once his mini crisis was over Michael continued to browse on his phone ,after all there was really no point in trying to go back to sleep now the sun was up and the day had started,he's sure someone will be awake to keep him company soon.

  Around fifteen minutes later Calum sauntered into the room clad in only his boxers , his hair tousled from sleep and his eyes squinted trying to adjust to the light coming in from the large windows . He didn't acknowledge the boy sitting at the table for a good five minutes as he prepared himself a large cup of coffee and sat down across from him.

"You're up early ,didn't expect to see you until after noon." Calum says after a moment of silence .

Michael shrugs "Couldn't sleep."

The other boy nods deciding this was an acceptable answer.

"What are you doing up at 8am anyway?" Michael questions.

"Well unlike the rest of you lazy assholes I don't want to waste my break sleeping ." He explains taking a sip of his coffee, grimacing as the liquid burned the roof of his mouth.   

"So I was thinking of going on an adventure, wanna join me?"

The colourful haired boy considered this for a moment " Only if you put on pants."

Calum pretended to look disappointed for a moment before agreeing .

  Two hours later saw the two Australians strolling through London's busy streets , going from shop to shop laughing at the ridiculous apparent "current trends" that Calum describes as something only the blind would wear . They didn't actually end up doing much shopping themselves, a SnapBack for Calum and a new band tee for Michael . All in all it was an uneventful day , they ate some lunch , laughed a lot and even stopped to chat to a few fans .On the way back to the house Michael caught sight of a display in a clothing store ,The outfit on the manikin looked Familiar. High Waisted black skinny jeans , A purple crop top and a black leather jacket .The outfit had been paired with grey ankle boots and a silver locket. It didn't take him long to realise that this was a similar outfit to the one from his dream and it looked just as appealing and just as right as it had been in his dream.

"You alright bro?" Calum's concerned voice knocked him out of his trance.

"Yeah yeah sorry mate I'm just tired " Michael replied hoping his voice came off normal because he was internally freaking out . The strange heavy feeling from before was back at the base of his spine and a feeling of dread had settled its way into his stomach. He had no idea what was going on lately but he pined it down to tiredness and figured  he would back to normal after a good nights sleep. Or at least he hoped so.