Fragile Bird 》5SOS AU

twelve

DELLA

Jack Barakat's parties are wild.

Or so I've heard. But now I know they are.

As soon as I walked into his house, Michael pulled me towards the kitchen, where there were shot glasses being filled with cheap alcohol and red cups and beer bottles everywhere.

"I'll be your bartender. What'll it be Miss Della?" Michael grinned. I giggled and looked around.

"Hmm, how about some whiskey?"

Michael looked surprised for a second but nodded his head and grabbed the Jack Daniels. He poured us both a glass and we clinked cups.

My throat burned and I couldn't breathe for a second. But I could feel the cold liquid settle itself in my stomach. "Another?" I asked and Michael nodded, pouring two more cups.

After two cups of whiskey and a few shots of flavoured vodka, I felt my buzz hit me in the face as I heard Panic! At The Disco start playing.

"Shit." I said and Michael raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned and I just laughed. "Nothing, I just wanna dance."

I smirked as I slinked out of the kitchen and into the living room, where dressed up teens were dancing, Michael following me silently with glossy eyes. I stared right at him as I began to sway my hips and sing along to Hallelujah. He stood there for a moment before coming towards me slowly. He hesitantly placed his hands on my hips and he pulled me into him.

"All you sinners stand up, sing hallelujah! Show praise with your body, stand up, sing hallelujah!"

I just smiled and placed my hands on his shoulders, moving my body lightly against his to the music. I tilted my head back and let the song take me.

All of a sudden, I felt a pair of lips on my neck and my eyes snapped open to find Michael smirking at me. Before I could respond in any way, I was pulled out of his grip and onto the coffee table with a couple other girls. I just shrugged and continued dancing.

"You'll never know if don't ever try again. So let's try, let's try, let's try!"

As my blood soaked in alcohol, I danced and bit my lip while Michael watched me with a look of lust. I giggled and blew a kiss in his direction. He just shook his head and smiled.

"Say your prayers, say your prayers. Say your prayers!"

As the song ended, Michael stalked towards me and grabbed my waist, lifting me off the table and placing his lips on mine. I barely had time to register the feeling before he pulled me towards the kitchen.

He grabbed a couple beers and handed me one. I gladly took it and followed Michael to the hallway where people were drinking and talking and making out.

"Did you really just kiss me back there or did I imagine that?" I asked as I sipped my beer. Michael grinned. "I think you imagined it." He said, a teasing tone in his voice.

I glared playfully. "Maybe you should kiss me so I can remember." I suggested and bit my lip.

Michael smirked and leaned forward slightly. "You're drunk." I leaned in closer so our foreheads were connected. "So are you. Just kiss me you dick." I said getting impatient. Michael chuckled and cupped my cheek. His lips were so close to mine and I wanted to lock them together. "Did it feel something like this?" Michael asked huskily before pressing our lips together.

MICHAEL

It was just a simple kiss, but it was fucking amazing, as cliche as that sounds.

Della's lips were so soft and warm and I was drunk but I didn't want to stop kissing her. I wanted a little more so I put my free hand her hip and gently pushed her backwards until she hit the wall. I then licked her bottom lip. She hesitated but let me in. I explored every inch of her mouth, our tongues occasionally brushing sensually against one another.

I squeezed her hip and the tiniest moan sounded from her throat and I caught it in my mouth. I smiled into the kiss and chuckled.

I pulled away for air, our foreheads still connected, and sighed contently. "Do you remember now?" I asked and Della nodded, biting her lip.

I gave her another kiss before pulling back and Della whimpered.

"Don't be greedy angel." I said smirking, taking her hand and leading her outside to the deck.

There were fairy lights strung up all over and the light reflected off the pool and it was so pretty but no one else was out here.

"It's not like you're kissing anyone else here." Della said rolling her eyes as we stood outside in the cool air.

"Hey don't roll your eyes like that at me baby." I said with an authoritive voice.

Della looked at me, raising an eyebrow then smirking.

"Awh, does Mikey not like that? What are you gonna do about it?" She asked teasingly and set her beer on the patio table.

I growled. "Why don't I show you?" With that I set my beer on the table and grabbed her waist, pushing our bodies together. Della squeaked as she leaned her hands back on the table to steady herself.

She let out a giggle as I moved my lips down to her neck, peppering kisses all over her collarbones and her perfect tan skin. I heard Della gasp as I started sucking on a sweet spot. She let out a shuddery breath. I pulled back and looked at the bruised piece of art on her pretty neck.

I reattached my lips to her neck, kissing the hickey. Then, without warning, I bit down harshly.

"Fuck!" Della yelled and pushed me away. She put her hand on her neck and glared at me. "What the hell was that for?"

I chuckled. "That's what you get for rolling your eyes at me angel."