catfish // mgc

☼ t h i r t y - s i x ☼

                  

/// SURPRISE BITCH I BET YOU DIDN'T THINK I'D UPDATE SO SOON well neither did i tbh so we're in the same boat ///

When I groggily woke up the next morning, a heavy sigh immediately escaped past my lips when I remembered how messy yesterday was. I rubbed away the sleepiness from my eyes, noticing how uncomfortably hot it was in this room.

I slowly opened one eye at a time when I could faintly hear a soft snore right in my left ear and hot air blowing on my neck. I blinked a few times and I realized that I was hot because Michael was practically laying on top of me with his arm draped over my stomach, sound asleep. His hairy legs were tangled up in my smooth ones, the contrast oddly satisfying, and making me blush.

I was cuddling with Michael Clifford.

Pushing myself out of my comfort zone, I ran my fingers lightly through his hair, pushing it back and out of his face a little. I memorized every inch of his sleeping face, smiling. I always knew he looked adorable when he slept from the pictures the boys posted, but being next to him in real life, taking in his dark circles and small bags, his weirdly perfect eyebrows, his little button nose and his parted, chapped lips, my heart felt happy. I felt happy.

And if this is what happiness felt like, I never wanted to leave his side.

The stubble he had lightly tickled my neck, and I let out a soft giggle. Michael groaned, his hand creeping up my torso - which gave me mega chills - and landing on my mouth.

"Shh," he grumbled, then moved his hand from my mouth to rub his eyes.

I reached over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand, taking a quick picture to I could remember this moment forever.

"It's too early for pictures, Mae," he fussed, his raspy sleepy voice practically captivating me. I looked at the picture, cheesing super hard at how cute it was.

My hand was covering most of my face - seeing as it's morning time and I literally look like the spawn of Satan in the mornings - but Michael's head was in the crook of my neck and he had a small smirk on his face, and the look he was giving me made my heart skip not one beat, but at least 4. The look of pure love and adoration. Like his eyes were smiling.

That's how I want to be looked at for the rest of my life. Like I mean something.

I yelped out in surprise when Michael suddenly rolled on top of me and sat up so he was straddling me. He got ahold of his phone and I heard the rapid sound of many pictures being taken.

"Michael, no!" I cried out, but I couldn't help but giggle. I covered my face again and wiggled underneath him, trying to knock him off of me.

"Not so funny when it happens to you, is it?" He said, laughing hysterically. I kicked my legs out in defeat and pulled the covers over my head.

"Oh no, where'd Mae go?" He hummed sarcastically. I snorted.

"Fuck off," I replied, giggling.

He yanked the covers down and a small gasp escaped my mouth. He was a mere half inch away from my face. My eyes darted to his lips and back up to those beautiful green eyes a second later. His eyes did the same and my breath shook, and that's when I remembered I had morning breath.

Gross.

I smirked and heaved him off of me, but his hands gripped my hips and he rolled over, pulling me on top of him so I was straddling him. Straddling him! I placed my hands on his tummy and cocked my head to the side slightly, my bun flipping to the side.

"I didn't know you were a bottom bitch."

He frowned and glared at me, then quickly dropped both and gave me a sly grin and his eyes darkened.

"Well, I don't mind being ridden-"

"Please don't finish that sentence," I grimaced, covering my ears. "My poor innocent mind can't handle it."

"Innocent my ass," he scoffed, tugging on my wrists till my hands fell lightly on his tummy again.

I grinned at him and he did that cute little scrunchy nose thing in return, making my heart flutter. He placed his hands on my huge thighs, and suddenly my smile dropped and all my insecurities washed over me.

Oh god, I'm totally squishing him.

My thighs are the size of Canada.

My double chin is probably so visible from his view.

Just as I was about to roll off of him, the hotel door flew open.

"Rise and shine, cock munchers! It's a new day- *gasp* MICHAEL YOU SLUT."

"Calum fuck off," Michael groaned and I chuckled, shaking my head.

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(a/n)

Oh my god I had so many feels writing this chapter it honestly fucked me up a little bit not gonna lie

                  

So I'm starting a new project but this is going to be the only time I say something about it. Once catfish is completed (I'm gonna shoot for another like 15 chapters aka 50 chapters in total give or take), I'll tell y'all about what I'm working on. Hopefully y'all will like it and maybe some of y'all already know what it is cause I did say something about it on Instagram (I changed my username on there to @/_palum follow me if you want, it's a 5sos fan account basically sns) a few days ago, plus it's pretty obvious whoops

Don't be a silent reader!

ps does anyone actually read the a/n like