That Clifford Kid (Luke Hemmings Sister)

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*small a/n im having  lia marie johnson play pandora but you can imagine who ever your little heart desires xx some chapters i will be posting different photos on too*

*present day*

"Can Michael come?" Was the only question I asked.

"Of course sweetie. I planned on letting you ask him." Mum smiled. I fist pumped before running to my freshly rearranged room. I grabbed my phone and stuffed it in my pocket and ran back downstairs, yelling to my mum that I was going to Michaels and that I'd be back later. I walked across the street and opened the door. It was about 8:30, meaning it was almost dark outside.

"HONEY IM HOME!!" I yelled through the house.

I could hear Michael running down the stairs and his parents, Karen and Daryl, smiling at me from the couch. He got to the bottom of the stairs and ran over to me, attacking my face in kisses and hugging me tightly. His lips finally met mine. I felt the roughness of his lips. The same roughness I fell for two years ago. Im 16, almost 17, and he is now 19, as of a month ago. The band did take off and now they are known around the world as 5 Seconds of Summer.

"I though you was coming later?" He looked confused.

"We need to talk." I told him. I could see the fear strike his eyes.

"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" He asked, tears filling his beautiful eyes.

"No- babe! No! Im not breaking up with you." I reassured the now black headed guy. I pulled him into a hug, "Id never."

"Then what is it?" Michael asked. I could feel his parents stares on us. I pulled back and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I was wondering, as long as it is okay with your mum and dad, if you wanted to come to Perth this year with my family." I smiled, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. He looked at his parents before nodding.

"I'd love too." I hugged him before letting go. He kissed my forehead before interlocking our hands and pulling me up to his bedroom.

He turned on some Green Day and Basket Case started blasting through the speakers.

He shoved me on the bed before laying his body beside me and wrapping his arms around me. My hands toyed with the brown braided necklace that he always wears. He looked into my eyes before attacking my lips. Michael leaned up and laid his back against the headboard. He picked my body up and let me straddle his waist. He pulled my head down to meet his lips and it quickly got heated from there. I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. He slid his shirt off, him pulling my sweatshirt off as well. His hands fumbled with the straps on my bra before leaving them alone and grabbing my waist. His finger nails dug into my skin as his tongue entered my mouth. His mouth left mine as he flipped us over, putting him on top. His lips left mine and attacked the exposed skin that was available to him. He kissed up and down my neck before finding a spot, making me softly moan. He started sucking there for a few minutes, my moans getting a tad bit louder, but the music still was louder than us. He slapped his hand over my mouth.

"Babe, my parents are downstairs." He panted. My hands fumbled with his jeans before finally getting them undone. He stood up from the bed and tried to shake his tight ripped skinny jeans off, making me laugh when he almost fell over. He crawled back up the bed, handing me his tshirt, that looked like a dress when I had it on. I slide the shirt on and unbuttoned my jeans and kicked them off, leaving me in Michaels shirt, my underwear and my bra.

I grabbed my phone and sent a text to my mom, telling her that I was staying at Michaels for the night. She messaged back telling me that it was okay.

Karen didn't care for me staying, considering I use to stay a lot at the Clifford residence, even before Michael and I started dating. Our parents trust us enough not to be having sex at a age we aren't ready for. Michael hasn't pushed me in any direction, mainly because he knows I'm still a virgin. He's not but he says he wishes he waited. He says it's something you want to give to someone special.

I rolled over and placed my phone back on the nightstand then laying my head down on Mikey's arm, that was outstretched behind my head. He threw his other arm around the middle of my stomach, making me smile and snuggled into his almost naked body.

"You know, we've been best friends since you was 7 and I was 9 and dating since you was 14 and I was 16 and Luke still hates the fact I'm dating his little sister." Michael whispered into my ear, making chills run down my spine.