Drunken DMs

Chapter 10

Michael

One Week Later

We were now leaving Los Angeles. In fact all four of us, as well as Bryana were now sitting at a bar at LAX waiting to board a plane. Except I wasn't catching the same plane as the boys. I was catching one half an hour earlier, that
Flew direct to Melbourne, where I'd be surprising Leah, "you excited mate?" Luke asked me, I'd finally come clean to them about Leah, after they noticed I was definitely in a better place, than I was towards the end of the tour
"Yeah, I am," I gave them a small smile, "I just don't know how I'm gonna surprise her though,"
"You don't have her address?"
"Nope, I know she lives near the beach though," I shrugged, "I should probably just get her to meet me at the airport,"
"Nah," Ashton said, "she probably has friends on Twitter that would know where she lives,"
"Actually there's one girl," I said. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and opened Twitter. I went straight to Leah's page, and found her tweeting a girl with the Twitter handle @fxckboilucass. I was assuming it was this Ambur girl, she always talked about, and by looking at their tweets to each other it would be safe to assume it was. I pressed follow on her account, after reading her bio and finding out that it was Ambur; knowing that she wouldn't be able to reply to a DM, if I didn't follow her. I opened up a DM to her and typed the message I needed to send

To Ambur Lopez:

Michael: hey, I need a favour

Ambur: dude wtf?! Why are you following me? You're my BFFS Bae! She'll fucking murder you for DMing me!

Michael: I'm surprising Leah! You dont happen to have her address do you?

Ambur: hold on a fucking second!

Michael: okay why?

Ambur: Michael Clifford just fucking Dmd me! I need to change my pants I just shat myself

Michael: omg okay. Too much info there sweetheart

Ambur: omg you just called me sweet heart. Okay so what did you need?

Michael: Leah's address?

Ambur: yes I do have it, but what's in it for me?

Michael: whose your favourite in my band?

Ambur: LUKE

Michael: I'll get him to follow you

Ambur: OMG OMG OMG THANK YOU! So her address is (insert address here) she leaves a spare key in her letter box too haha shhh

Michael: thanks Ambur :) I'll have the giraffe follow you in a sec, oh and please don't tell Leah, I asked.

I exited out of the DMs and the app, and shoved my phone back in my pocket, "hey Luke,"
"Yeah?" He asked, taking a sip of the beer he'd illegally ordered
"Do you mind following this chick on Twitter," I asked, "she wouldn't give me Leah's address unless I got you to follow her,"
"Sure, whatever," he shrugged, "what's her thing?" I told her Ambur's Twitter name, "fuck she's hot!" And we all laughed.

13 hours later, I'd finally landed in Melbourne. I cruised through customs quite quickly, and grabbed my bags. No one knew I was coming to Melbourne, and from what little research I did (asking Ashton if his younger siblings were on school holidays) I knew I wouldn't have trouble with getting spotted here.

Five minutes later, I grabbed a cab; I told the driver the address I was heading to, "seeing your girlfriend?" He asked, once we pulled out of the airport
"No," I shut him down
"Judging by the smile on your face, the person you're seeing is something special," he said
"You could say that," I shrugged. I didn't want to tell the driver anymore, just in case he knew who I was. Thankfully he didn't though.

Twenty minutes later we pulled up outside Leah's building. I paid the driver and he popped the boot, so I could grab my bags. I walked across the road, and realised that the lay out of this building was so fucking complicated. I walked in to the last entrance on the right and saw that the lowest number in that lot, was 19. I was looking for 13. So I walked to the next one and sure enough, I saw the letter box marked 13. I opened it, and grabbed the keys out. And walked up the stairs. It took me using both keys to finally get through the security door, and I struggled to get through with my bags.
After trying to get through the first door, I left my bags in the entry way, so it would be easier to open the next door. It was late afternoon on a Sunday, and I knew she'd be home. I could hear noises coming from the TV. This was probably one of the best ideas, I've had in a very long time.
I took a deep breath and put the key into the door, it took a few goes to get it to open. I opened the door and saw the beautiful blonde girl, with her laptop on her lap, fully engrossed in the screen. She hadn't even noticed the door open. I walked inside, "Honey I'm home," I called out, I heard a gasp of shock, and saw her big blue eyes, rimmed in black eyeliner staring at me.