Drunken DMs

Chapter 19

Leah

The cab ride back to my apartment was definitely not what I expected. When we left the club, Michael had to act like nothing was going on, so not to draw attention to the fact that he was leaving a club with a girl. In case fans or paparazzi saw him. But in Melbourne there was not really any paps.
Once inside the cab, neither of us wasted anytime. I was practically straddling him the backseat. Normally I'd never do anything like this.

What was happening right now, was too much for me to comprehend. My life had done a complete one eighty in the last few weeks; so there was something deep inside me saying this was too good to be true. I mean this is Michael Clifford we're talking about, he couldn't return the same feelings I had for him, could he?

Ten minutes later we finally pulled up in front of my building. He paid the driver and we got out, again struggling to keep our hands to ourselves just in case people were lurking around.
Once inside the apartment everything was a mess. We kept bumping into things walls, tables and chairs. Our lips mangled together. Our minds only on one thing, "fuck," I heard come from his mouth which was against my lips, "jump," I did, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He walked, carrying me the rest of the way to my bedroom, only to bump in to even more furniture.

He opened the door and put me down, leading me inside my room only to close the door and pushing me up against it. My hands made their way the hem of his tank, and I lifted it off, knocking the SnapBack off at the same time. I was never usually this bold, it must be the affect that the alcohol has on me.

With in minutes, both Michael and I were left in our underwear. He gently pushed me on to the bed, and hovered over me; once again attaching his lips to mine. Using one hand to support his weight, he trailed the other one down from my neck, over my breasts, eventually staying put on my hip, using his thumb to trace circles. His lips moved to my neck, and my room was filled with light moans coming from the both of us.
I could feel him harden against my bare leg, it was then I knew exactly where this was heading, "fuck Mikey," I groaned, arching my back off the bed, "I need you, fuck," he moved his hand from my hip, reaching behind my back; using his skilled fingers to unclasp the bra I was wearing. He wasted no time in moving his hand and mouth to my now exposed chest
"Fuck, Leah," he said, "you're so beautiful," I moved my hand to palm him through his boxer briefs.

We stayed that way for some time, When all of a sudden he pulled away. The loss of contact shocking me to no end, "what the fuck?" I asked, sitting up right
"I can't.." He trailed off, "I'm sorry," he said, "I can't do this," he got off the bed, and made his way to the lounge room.

I stayed sitting on my bed for a few minutes, completely confused as to what just happened. I got up, and grabbed the shirt Michael was wearing off the floor, chucking it over my exposed body, "what happened?" I asked, walking in to the lounge room finding Michael sitting on the couch.
"I just can't do it I'm sorry," he said
"Why not?" I asked, taking a seat beside him, "like how do you just go from taking off my fucking clothes, feeling me up and making out with me, to oh sorry I can't do this,"
"Leah, I'm sorry," he sighed, moving closer towards me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "it's just not right,"
"Fuck you Michael Clifford," I said, getting off the couch and heading back to my room.

I found my bag, some where among our discarded clothes. I opened it up and pulled out my phone, knowing I needed to message Ambur.

To Ambur: is there something wrong with me?

From Ambur: boo it's 5.30 am over there on a motherfucking Sunday, what are you doing up?

To Ambur: went out last night. Got home around an hour ago. Is there something wrong with me? I think I fucked up

From Ambur: why are you asking me this, what happened?

To Ambur: Michael and I hooked up at the club. And then we came home and basically we were gonna fuck, but then he stopped. And he's just like I can't

From Ambur: fldmckxnzmslalLckdmfkzkskfkaks you nearly fuckef him? You kissed him. Omg

To Ambur: this isn't time to fangirl

From Ambur: did he say why?

To Ambur: no he just said he can't. It must've been the alcohol he'd drunk tonight because there's no way any of this would've happened sober

From Ambur: don't you think it's possible that the fact you guys were drunk is exactly why he stopped? But not for the same reason you think

To Ambur: what do you mean?

From Ambur: you're thinking he only found you hot and fuckable because of the alcohol right?

To Ambur: yeah....

From Ambur: and now I bet you're thinking that he came to his senses bc the alcohol had worn off?

To Ambur: uh yeah I guess

From Ambur: so all I'm saying is, don't you think it's possible that he wanted to stop bc he was drunk? Maybe he feels the same way about you that you do about him... Think about it boo... Get some sleep and tell me how everything goes, xx