Drunken DMs

Chapter 21

"You're so fucking wrong," he said, grabbing me by waist, pulling me towards him. He wasted no time in placing his mouth over mine and kissing me.
My arms reached up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. Right then and there I didn't care about morning breathe or anything.

We stood there in my doorway kissing for a while, neither of us wanting to pull away. But we had too, we needed to talk about what happened only a few hours ago.
I pulled away a few minutes later, unwrapping my arms from his neck and grabbing one of his hands, leading him towards the bed, "I think we need to talk about what happened," Michael was the first person to speak
"Yeah," I said, not looking him in the eye. I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to be the first person to speak
"Okay," he sighed, "so last night, I stopped not because I wanted to, but because I had to, I guess,"
"What do you mean?"
"We were drunk and I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you," he said, "and also I didn't want our first time to be like that," he added quietly, not being able to look me in the eyes
"What are you saying Michael?"
"That... Um... Oh shit," he couldn't get the words out, "I'm sorry, I'm fucking shit at words,"
"Can you just say it?" I asked, "I don't need some speech,"
"Okay, so um, do you remember what I said before I kissed you?" He asked
"That I was wrong?" He nodded in confirmation, "what was I wrong about though?"
"That I don't like you, you're wrong about that," he said
"Are you saying you like me?" I asked, it was adorable how he couldn't get the words out. He was so shy, and it was possibly one of the cutest things I'd ever seen
"Uh... Yeah," he said, "and I totally get if you don't feel the same way. I know we haven't known each other for very long and all, but..."
"I like you too, you idiot," I laughed, "and I'm sorry for acting like a complete bitch, it's just that..." It was his turn to cut me off
"It's alright I get it, you're keeping your guard up," he said, "I have been too,"
"What do you mean?" I asked
"I've wanted nothing more than to kiss you, basically as soon as I walked through your front door last weekend, but I've been scared of two things," he admitted, "one, that you wouldn't like me and the second that you only wanted me because of who I am,"
"I understand," I told him, grabbing his hand, "it's so surreal having this conversation with you," I laughed, "but I'll say this, you are my favourite member of the band, but that's because there was something that drew me towards you from the first time I listened to your music and stuff, and then we started talking and I realised that you weren't just the guy from the band, although I always knew that, I started to like you, like actually have feelings for you and I'm shit at this too," I admitted
"It's alright," he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into him; I rested my head on his shoulder
"So what do we do now?" I asked
"Well I'd like to take you out or something," he said shyly
"As in a date?"
"Yeah," he said with a smile
"I'd like that," I smiled back

We sat that way on my unmade bed for a while. Again Michael was the first to break the silence, "so uh... Can I kiss you?" He asked shyly
"You don't need to ask," I told him, moving my head from his shoulder so I could peck his lips slightly. He grabbed my face, and pulled it back towards him, kissing me sweetly. The kiss went from sweet, to a pretty heated make out session pretty quickly. I knew we weren't going to do anymore than kiss. Michael lay me down and hovered over me, his hands running up and down my sides, the top I was wearing riding up completely. He moved his mouth to my neck and left small kisses there. We stayed like that on my bed, a tangle of arms and legs for a while, kissing and laughing at each other, when all of a sudden we were drawn out of our little world by the sound of the buzzer.

We got up off the bed, and I answered the phone and pressed the button to let the person or people through the security door, and then walked to open the door.
I opened the door to reveal my parents, oh fuck, I thought, when I realised that all I was wearing was Michael's tank from last night over my underwear
"Whose at the door babe?" Michael called out, walking out of my room, only wearing his boxers. The look on my step mum's face was pure disgust, "oh shit," Michael said when he saw them standing at the door. I knew exactly what this would have looked like to them. And usually I would have cared about my parents seeing me like this, but right now? I didn't give a shit