5sos Shorts

"You're Beautiful" m.c.

"The guys are coming over for drinks later." Luke, my roommate, informed me.

"I will make myself scarce." I assured him, rolling my eyes.

"Maisie..." Luke grumbled in annoyance and I threw the sofa pillow at him.

"Seriously, Luke! I get it! You, Calum, and Ashton will not see me tonight." I reassured him. "I'll even eat in my room if it makes you feel better?"

"Ha, ha. Very funny." Luke mocked me. "Michael's coming over, too."

"Michael? Don't you hate that guy?" I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion.

"I'm surprised you even remember the name." Luke admit, then got a suspicious look on his face. "Why do you remember his name?"

"Ugh, really?" I groaned. "Do not play the overprotective brother role right now, Luke. I don't even know the guy. You just talk too much about people who piss you off and I'm the only one around to listen ninety percent of the time."

"If you have to come out of your room, please have pants on." Luke stated before vacating the living room.

"I am a civilized human being, you know! My social skills may be limited, but I do have them!" I shouted after him in shock as he walked into the kitchen area.

Luke and I had been friends for years, ever since I'd moved to Australia for school. Well, I'd planned on going for school, but never ended up enrolling. I met Luke when I found him in my apartment, shitfaced drunk, having mistaken my apartment for his. He was still drunk the next morning and seated at my kitchen table eating my Lucky Charms cereal. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. People often mistook us for siblings because we were both pale, beautiful human beings-by which I mean Monday morning hating ogres who don't let sunlight into our apartment.

"They'll be here in an hour!" Luke called from the kitchen. I glared at him bustling about the kitchen before getting up, securing my blanket around my shoulders, and dragging my feet across the carpet on my way to my room.

I wish I could tell you my room was an image straight out of a tumblr blog, decorated in full with fairy lights and tribal patterned rugs, but alas my decorating skills are severely lacking. Instead my room looked rather plain with nude walls and a light purple bedspread, bits of my personality shone through the plain room by way of the Haunter plush sitting on my bed and the monster movies in my dresser. A long mirror was propped against the wall near my door but it was constantly overlooked and forgotten due to lack of use.

"Boys night in. Who would have guessed that was even a real thing..." I muttered to myself. I was in for a night of movies being interrupted by my roommate and his drunk friends hollering at each other over FIFA. Not to mention waking up in the morning to an empty food cupboard.

Two hours later I was my second movie into my horror movie marathon night, sitting alone in the dark curled up in a ball on my bed.

Then my door opened.

I practically jumped at the sound of the door opening, but calmly turned to look at my door.

Standing in my doorway was six feet something of colored hair, green eyes, and smirking pink lips. I rose an eyebrow and turned my full attention to him. Michael Clifford. "Can I help you?"

"I was looking for the bathroom." Michael stated, leaning against my doorway and folding his arms across his chest.

"Next door down." I informed him, dragging my eyes away from his tall figure and focusing on my movie. I heard my door shut and snuggled back into my blankets, turning to face the opposite wall where my tv was stationed. My mattress dipped behind me and I whirled around again to find Michael had made himself comfortable sitting on my bed behind me, legs crossed.