together // michael clifford

nine

When we arrived to the house Karen had to go to work. This was the last day of work for both of Michael's larents until Mikey went back on tour.

"Okay, so here's the kitchen, the living room, my man cave and a little bathroom"he pointed to the different rooms as I nodded "Come, let's go upstairs, baby" he grabbed my hand and we went upstairs "then that's my parent's room, the guest's room, the main bathroom and my room is back there. Wanna go inside?" I nodded "Angel, are you okay? Is there something you don't like?" He asked, sitting down on his bed.

"Nonono! Everything's fine I just still can't believe I'm here right now" I smiled. He patted his lap and I sat down on it "Really, Mikey. I love it here, I'm just not used to it yet, okay?" He nodded.

"You sure?" He asked. I kissed his lips and smiled.

"Positive" he hugged me "I love you Michael"

"I love you, too, little one" he chuckled. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, tomorrow we are having lunch at Calum's house. His parents are having a barbecue and I thought that that's the perfect opportunity to introduce you to everyone" he said, as he laid us down on his messy bed.

This is something I loved about him, it's the first time we met and he didn't even make his bed. I loved it that he was so perfectionist but at the same time not at all. It's hard to explain.

"Of course, only if you want to go" he sighed "so what do you say baby girl?"

"That's perfect. I'm so ecxited to meet everyone" I smiled "during these past two weeks I've said ecxited way too many times" I giggled.

We stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, just thinking what had happened today (that's what I was doing, at least) I sighed and kissed his chest a few times.

"Baby?" I whispered out, loud enough for him to hear, hopefully.

"Mmhmm?"

"Can we just stay in and cuddle? The flight made me exhausted"

"Sure! Let me turn the AC on because I'm pretty hot"

"Yes, you are pretty hot" I smirked.

"I didn't mean it in that way but..." he looked at me as he tuned the air aconditioner on.

"I known, but you're still hot" I giggled as he lied back down next to me.

"Thank you, babe. I think you are hotter that me, though" he said, pulling the covers over our bodies.

"We are a hot couple, then" I kissed his cheek "Wait, did you just turn the AC on but pulled the covers over us?" I frowned "Why would you do that?"

"Because if I don't turn the AC on it's too hot, and when I turn it on I get cold. But I prefer being under the covers with the AC on than being super sticky in sweat" he explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world "And I spend too much time with sweat all over me on tour after the concerts so no"

"Oh my god, you're such a weirdo" I laughed and sat up.

"Where you going?"

"I'm just taking off my shoes" I smiled and went to the position I was on two minutes ago.

I placed my head on Michael's chest, listening to his racing heart.

Am I responsible for that racing heart?

I smiled against his chest and wrapped my arm around his torso, letting it rest just over his cute little tummy. Our legs were tangled, I didn't really know where his finished and where mine started, it was weird, but I liked it. One of his hands was drawing random shapes on the bare skin on my arm while with the other he held his phone and took some cheeky selfies. He probably didn't know I noticed him taking them, but I don't blame him for doing it, if this was the other way round, I would do the same.

We both dreamt of this exact moment so many times and now it was real life, and I couldn't be any more happier that I was right then, in all honesty. That was the happiest I've been in months, probably since my grandparent's death.

Another thing I loved about Michael was this, he could just make me forget about everything that wasn't us when we talked, and that was all that I needed. A fourty minutes talk with him through the phone could cheer me up in five seconds and leave me in a good mood for the rest of the day.

What the hell would I do without him?

I knew I shouldn't rely this much on people, but how couldn't I?

I need Michael. So, if that's supposedly wrong, why does it feel like the right thing?