together // michael clifford

ten

I woke up to Michael quietly humming a song and playing with my hair as he scrolled down his twitter feed, following a fan or two every now and then.

The time was twenty to nine, and I wondered why Michael was awake, I mean, he hardly ever is up this early. I was going to ask, but instead I kept quiet. I wanted to stay like that for a few more minutes.

We were cuddled up underneath the covers, my face on his chest as his arm laid lazily around me. I looked as he attatched a photo of him in bed and me sleeping on his chest and typed next to it:

'Sleeping angel'

And then posted it. That's when I decided to 'wake up'.

"Good morning" I smiled.

"Good morning, little one" he smiled back.

"God, your breath smells so bad!" I laughed, sitting a bit further away from him.

"Yours isn't the best, either!" he laughed "We both have morning breath so just give me a kiss"

"That doesn't make sense at all but I'll give you a kiss" I leaned in and kissed him "Why are you awake? It's still early" he shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just looking fordward to the barbacue so the boys can meet you and stuff"

"Yeah, me too. I can't wait" I smiled."At what time are we leaving?"

"Eleven, or something like that, gorgeous" he pecked my lips.

I sat back against his chest and started playing with his fingers (only of his left hand, because with the right one he kept scrolling down twitter). We sat in silence, making little questions and comments every now and then, but other than that it was complete silence.

I would've never thought that being like this with someone would feel this good. I surely have had other boyfriends, but they weren't like Michael. They could trace my skin with their fingers, but their fingertips weren't as soft as Michael's. They could kiss me, but their lips weren't as soft as Michael's. They could tell me they love me, but only Michael showed it every second that we've been together, even when we were miles away from each other, and the others were meters away from me.

What I'm trying to say is that, Michael is different from every boy I have ever met and been with. He was more special.  He made me feel special.

"Baby?" he asked quietly, making me snap out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I looked up to him with a smile.

"I love you a lot"

I smiled.

"I love you more"