Instagram ⍔ Michael Clifford

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She found herself waking up earlier than the other boys, michael was snoring soundly, luke and ashton were faced away from each other on the bed and calum was in a very uncomfortable position on the floor. she felt bad for not fighting harder to sleep on the hard ground, she should have let calum take the bed with michael and not have given up the floor so easily.

she slowly unraveled the covers from her body and rolled out of the bed, away from the warm, strong embrace of her favorite celebrity. she still couldn't believe that he had been catfishing her with a fan account of himself, but now that she has thought about the whole ordeal, it seemed funny yet crazy to her at the same time. she was no longer shocked and she treated michael like the best friend he is instead of her idol even though he was both.

she shook calum awake, since she was going to drive back to her house, she thought he could take over her side of the bed. he slowly opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times before sitting up from the hard surface.

"hey madison," he said groggily, rubbing at the tiredness in his eyes.

"hey cal, i'm going to head home, so i thought that you might want the bed," she replied with a bright smile on her face. calum was so sweet, taking the floor just so she could be comfy for a night.

"you're going home?"

her smiled faltered, "uh, yeah. that was my plan at least, you guys, especially michael, deserve some time away from me. plus, doesn't your band have an interview with that radio station in buffalo?"

"yeah, we do have that interview, but we're only going to be here for another two days, mikey will be sad that you left," he explained.

"i'm sorry, tell him to call me later, yeah?"

calum sighed in defeat, knowing she wasn't going to back down this time, "if i give you my number, do you promise to message me to tell me you got home safe?"

she laughed quietly, "of course, if you really care that much."

he took her unlocked phone from her hands and went straight to the imessage app before sending himself a text on there, so he would know her number. she grabbed the phone back and slipped it into the pocket of the joggers she was wearing.

"oh! do you want your clothes back?"

he laughed, "yeah, you can just put them in my suitcase when you change."

she nodded gladly, "okay, and thanks again for lending me some loungewear and letting me take the bed."

he shook his head, "no problem. i think i would rather sleep alone on the floor than be forced to cuddle with michael on the bed," he giggled.

she sent him a sympathetic smile before she walked off to the bathroom, seeing calum get into the bed from the corner of her eyes. she slipped back on her clothes from yesterday, placing his folded joggers and tee shirt back into his duffle bag.

she ambled back over to the bed, making sure to grab her car keys off the nightstand. she pressed her lips against michael's forehead, whispering 'goodbye' into his ear before sending calum a small smile and wave, then heading out the door.

once she got home after the hour long car drive back to her small town from buffalo, she changed into a pair of adidas gym shorts and a matching crop top before lounging on the living room couch with her laptop placed on her lap. her feet were draped on the coffee table and she pulled up twitter on google chrome.

drunkmichael: [photo attachment of her and the boys in their hotel room] how did i ever get so lucky?

many people were congratulating her on meeting her favorite band, but little did they know the circumstances of how they met. she felt embarrassed that she had been talking to the michael clifford for seven months before meeting him in person, thinking he was some internet personnel named mike.