Liz Gillies Requests

Mizabeth Takes London (Liz&Michael)

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Buckle up for this sweet chapter of the beginning of Mizabeth's Valentine's celebrations in London! Enjoy :)

Telling his wife that they would be taking a long weekend getaway in London for Valentine's Day was definitely one of Michael's favourite gift centred memories. Waking his wife up at 3 A.M for their flight was not among his favourite morning memories.

"Honey, are you ready for the airport?" Michael called up the stairs.

He had loaded the suitcases into the car the night before so all that was left to go was their carry ons. Michael waited patiently at the bottom of the stairs for Liz, continually checking the time on his phone and working out how much longer they had left.

"No!"

"That's perfectly fine, gorgeous. You can take your time." Michael offered, trying not to stress about how long it was taking her to bring her bag downstairs.

Suddenly, Liz appeared at the top of the stairs. She was wearing flared black leggings and a No Tears Left To Cry sweatshirt with fluffy socks. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with her shorter layers framing her face which was free of any heavy makeup products as she only had on a small amount of concealer, bronzer, blush and her false lashes.

Taking each step at a time with her bag dragging behind her, Liz slowly walked down the stairs until she got to the bottom where she grumpily tossed aside her Louis Vuitton duffel bag.

"Good morning." Michael smiled in amusement.

"No. It's too early." Liz grumbled.

"I will get you a chamomile tea and some breakfast the second we check our bags in." Michael told her, pressing a gentle kiss to her head.

"Promise?" Liz asked, staring into his eyes.

"Promise." Michael pecked her lips and picked up her bag for her.

"Okay." Liz murmured with a little pout as she slid on her sneakers.

"I've checked everything is off and locked so we're good to go." Michael told her.

"Did you pack my snacks bag?" Liz asked quickly.

"Yes, babe. Your snack bag is in the car waiting for you." Michael chuckled.

"I don't know why you're laughing because it'll be you begging for my pretzels and vegan cheese when we're in the waiting lounge." Liz sassed with a light smile.

"Yeah yeah, probably." Michael laughed. "I love you, Liz, but can you please hurry up?"

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Fortunately, they got through take off without any crying or throwing up from Liz. Unfortunately for Michael, he was left with an already bruising hand from her bone crushing grip but he didn't mind much. They each chose their movie and watched it through before Michael turned to Liz as the end credits rolled.

"I'm gonna get some sleep." Michael told her.

"W-what?" She stammered.

"What's the matter?" Michael asked quickly.

"You can't go to sleep. I need you to hold my hand." Liz looked down at their held hands resting in her lap.

"For ten hours?" Michael asked with a chuckle.

"Well... yeah." Liz shrugged, meeting his eyes again.

"Aw, you're so cute. You can lie down and sleep too and I'll keep hold of your hand." Michael smiled, arranging her pillow for her head.

"Mm... okay." Liz decided, laying back and getting comfortable as Michael did the same.

"You wake me up if you need anything." Michael told her, lying down and facing her.