Leah
Michael: your Instagram says different babe 😝
How the fuck did he find my Instagram? Again I stood there behind the counter, just staring at my phone. Why did he have to do this now? While I was working? I couldn't fan girl here! I shouldn't even have my phone on me, let alone using it! Why couldn't he have waited to reply until I was home?
James was the only manager in, and he loved me, so I wasn't worried about getting caught. What bothered me was the line of customers beginning to queue up at the counter. I decided to quickly respond again, and vowed not to check my phone again, until I finished.
To Michael Clifford:
Me: how did you find my Instagram?
Me: it's not nice to lie you know?
Me: if I get busted on my phone while I'm working, I'm blaming you Clifford!
I was surprised with how calm I was being. I knew the second I Skyped with Ambur when I got home, I'd be in full on fan girl mode. Putting my phone down, I headed around to the other side of the counter and began to serve the customers.
The remainder of my shift passed quickly and I left as soon as the clock hit six fifty nine; walking straight to the locker rooms, and grabbing my bags. I clocked off right on seven.
Due to unintentionally getting drunk last night, I knew that I wouldn't have been right to drive this morning, so I caught the train to work. Big mistake, I hated catching public transport. The only good thing about tonight, was that one of my colleagues offered to give me a lift home.
Once inside the car, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It had been vibrating nonstop for the last half an hour. I looked at the screen noticing I had about twenty notifications. Some from Michael, a text from Georgia and multiple Kik messages from Ambur.I read the text from Georgia first
From Georgia: omg Jake is so sweet! He took me to Rockpool for dinner! Isn't he the best?
Ugh, of course the only text from her would be about her boyfriend. However, I did the nice thing and replied, because I knew she'd be pissed off beyond belief if I didn't
To Georgia: he really is the best!
That was a lie. I was so over their relationship. He was all she ever talked about anymore.
Next I opened Kik and read Ambur's messagesAmbur: dude I need updates!
Ambur: dude! Where are you?
Ambur: ugh my Luke feels are through the roof
Ambur: Leah! Oh right your working oops
Ambur: did they take your phone?
Ambur: you never take this long to reply!
Ambur: I need someone to talk to about Luke. You're the only one who understands!
I laughed at the messages she sent. She was always having feel attacks over Luke, just like I did over Michael. I decided to reply, so she wouldn't worry anymore
To Ambur: dude I was so busy! So many people wanted photos printed!
Me: but omfg he fucking replied like a lot, and he knows my Instagram! Like how the fuck did he find that?
Me: they didn't take my phone! The good managers on tonight so I'm safe 😂😂
I went on to Twitter next and opened the messages from Michael Clifford. I still couldn't believe I was being so calm about this. Inside I was a freaking mess. He said I was cute! Like what the actual fuck
To Michael Clifford:
Michael: your instagram is in your bio, babe
Michael: I'm not lying, actually I am. You're not cute. You're fucking stunning!
Michael: you're the one with your phone out when you should be working babe, not my fault.
Michael: well I'm guessing they took your phone off you because you're not replying. And no I'm not sorry, because you should be working not messaging me 😝
Michael: I'm bored. Talk to me
Michael: or did the fact that I replied to your message kill you? Because I've heard that's possible 😂
Michael: LEAHHHHHH
Me: oh right! No i forgot I had it in there.
Me: I don't believe you Michael!
Me: they didn't take my phone, I just decided to do work for once.
Me: I'm surprised im still alive tbh
Me: how do you know my name?
Michael: oh you're alive haha 😂😂
Michael: so you decide to actually do work when I'm talking to you. Offended!
Michael: the same way I know your Instagram hun. In your bio 😜
Me: omg you're such a stalker! Please stop!
Michael: I prefer unpaid and unlicensed private investigator thank you very much!
Me: haha, I use that line on my parents 😂
Michael: although this is quite fun, tell me a little about yourself
Me: why would you want to know anything about me? I'm so fucking lame it's not funny
Michael: you seem pretty interesting to me tbh. I may or may not have read some of the previous messages you sent me
Me: oh shit that's embarrassing
Michael: nah don't be embarrassed, it's fine
Me: I honestly told you all that shit thinking you would never read them or reply tbh
Michael: but seriously, I wanna get to know you
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Drunken DMs
FanfictionIn which a girl drunkenly direct messages her favourite member from her favourite band, and he replies