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From hate to love (Michael Clifford)

Story line: You're a songwriter who is working with the boys. You and Michael don't get along but something happen that make you change your mind.

AN: A little smutty. Not much, to be honest.

I sighed when I saw that, after so many hours working, we only got two verses of the song. I looked at the boys, who seemed as knackered as me. Luke was leaning his head on the couch, with his blue eyes closed. Ashton was biting his lip and looking the paper, trying to think a new verse for the song. Calum was absently looking at his phone and Michael was completely asleep, as he had been doing all afternoon. I shook my head at that sight. I couldn't believe the boys hadn't said anything to Michael. I knew he was tired; he was touring around the world. But we we're working on a song for him and his band, the least he could do was be awake.

I knew I had no reason to say anything and if the boys didn't mind that Michael was asleep, it shouldn't mind me either. But I couldn't do anything about it; every time I was near Michael, a kind of a rage attack came over me. I couldn't stand him. I didn't find him funny and every time he talked, drove me crazy.

"I think we should follow Michael example and rest a bit", Ashton finally said, covering his face with his big hands.

"My head is going to explode", Luke pouted.

"I need food before I go to sleep. Anyone?", Calum asked, looking at us. Ashton and Luke nodded but I shook my head. I wasn't hungry and, truth be told, I didn't want to move. I was really good on that couch.

"I think I'm going to stay for a while. Maybe I come up with something", I said, softly smiling.

"Okay", Ashton said. "Don't work too much", he kissed my forehead before leaving and that made me extend my smile. I loved those boys. They were so down to the Earth, so nice and so good people that I thought that meeting them was the best thing that happened in my life. And being able to work with them was a dream; I never thought I would have the opportunity to work with 5 Seconds of Summer.

I grabbed a piece of paper from the table and a pen. I tried to find something to write. I needed my inspiration back. I needed to write something good to show to the boys that I wasn't a failure. Not that they thought that, but we weren't succeeding at writing a song together. I was expecting, at least, that they thought I was a good songwriter.

With the pen between my teeth and the paper on my legs, I looked around the room. My eyes stopped at Michael, who was still pacefully sleeping. My mind started to think about the past, trying to find the reason why Michael and I didn't get along. I didn't remember, but I knew it was for something that happened in a club a while ago. I grabbed the pen and I started to write a few words that became into a verse. I looked at the paper, where a verse was, and I smiled. I hadn't lost my inspiration! "Are you writing about me? That's why you're smiling?", Michael's sleepy voice said. I rolled my eyes before turn my head to look at me. He was smiling from ear to ear.

"You wish", I simply said. I started to get up pick my things when Michael said: "I wish a lot of things and they all involve you". My heart stopped, like my body and I couldn't keep moving. I heard Michael getting up from the couch and suddenly I felt his body next to mine. When I looked at him, he was still smiling. He extended his hand and took the paper that was in my hands. I gasped but no sound came out.

"Every now and then, when I'm all alone, I'll be wishing you will call me on the telephone. Say you want me back but you never do. I feel like such a fool. There's nothing I can do... I'm such a fool for you", he read. I closed my eyes; I didn't want to hear him reading my words. I knew he was looking at me, so I didn't open my eyes. "I can't take it, what am I waiting for? My heart's still breaking, I miss you even more. And I can't fake it, the way I could before. I hate you but I love you, I can't stop thinking of you. It's true, I'm stuck on you".

There wasn't more words, so Michael couldn't read anymore. When I opened my eyes, I saw Michael looking at me. I was going to say that song wasn't about him but before I could open my mouth, he crashed his lips into mine. I didn't respond to the kiss at first but when my back bumped into one of the walls and I groaned, Michael stopped. When I began to feel that his lips were moving away from mine, I missed them at the moment so I grabbed him by the hair, making him moan, and I pressed my lips into his. "What did I do to you?", he asked between kisses. I didn't know. I didn't know what he did to me but I was feeling so alive, so good that whatever it was, I was going to embrace it. I didn't even know I liked Michael that way until I wrote those words. I didn't know that him, making out with that girl at the club was going to hurt me so much. I didn't know that his words 'I'm going to call you', were going to haunt me until today. I didn't know I was expecting that much from him because, to be honest, I thought I hated him, not liked him.

Michael grabbed my thighs and forced me to jump. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pressed his body against mine. I felt his bulge on my stomach and I was about to do something when the door of the room opened, welcoming three happy boys with a lot of chinese food.

"Oh my God!", Ashton yelled. Michael sighed, annoyed, while I tried to compose myself. I was so embarrassed, that was the last thing I wanted the boys to see. Or anyone, for that matter. "Since... What... You know what? I don't care", he said. Calum was laughing his ass off and Luke had his face covered because he didn't want to see what was happening (although anything was happening in that moment).

"I... I...", I muttered. "I'm gonna go". I slipped from Michael body, grabbed my stuff and left the room because I didn't want to face the boys. And much less deal with Michael.