Reverse Groupies // m.c (SLOW UPDATES)

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-January 29, 8:30AM-

Clara's P.O.V.

"OH FUCK!" I hear Michael's voice shout, followed by an alarm that completely wakes me up

"What the-" I ask, sitting up before I shoot out of bed and to the hotel room's kitchen "MICHAEL ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"

"I tried to cook. It burned. Alarm. I panicked." He says, trying to stand up amidst the spilled ingredients and utensils, but failing

"Are you hurt?" I ask, bending down to reach his level

(A/N: lbr no one can get on michael's level. or 5sos' level in general.)

"My pride is." He smirks, despite the obvious pain he's feeling

"That was good, but seriously." I say

"I dropped the pan on my foot." He groans

I sigh and stand up "I'll go get ice from the machine. Just stay there."

"No!" He whines, extending the 'o' sound "Don't leave me!"

"What about your foot?"

"It'll be fine just- can you help me hop over to the couch?"

"Alright, come on."

I place one of his arms over my shoulders and help him get up so I could bring him to the couch. He sits down and rests his foot on the coffee table.

"Are you sure you don't want ice?" I ask again, taking a seat beside him

"I want you." He smirks

"Shut up." I roll my eyes "So what are we even supposed to do today?"

"Well, you're supposed to cuddle me and I'll happily go along with it." He opens his arms

"Seriously." I say, but I still lean into his chest

"You guys are probably gonna do something illegal."

"That's true."

"And I think we have an interview then I think Scott's taking all of us out to dinner."

"Nice, free food." I smile

"Hey." He says "Don't get into too much trouble okay?"

"Don't worry about me, Clifford."

"I just- I don't want you-"

"Ending up in the hospital again, I get it." I sigh "But, trust me, you have nothing to worry about. That won't happen again."

"You don't know that..."

"Michael." I sit up and face him "Look at me."

He looks up at me, biting his lip in uncertainty.

"I'll be fine. I've been doing shit like this for a while now, all of us have. It's nothing we can't handle."

He sighs "Text me when you're done."

"Of course."

-2 hours later-

"We're so idiotic. Incredibly idiotic. Insanely idiotic. Immensely idiotic." Max rambles as we load stuff into the van

"No we're not. We just like messing with people." I say

"But we don't have permission this time." Kat points out