Sex Addict (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 2 - I can't believe this

"Mei..." I heard a familiar voice. I wasn't sure though if I'm thinking the right person.

Shit! This can't be true! Am I daydreaming?

I turned around to see if I am right. Oh My God! I'm really right, he is Michael Fucking Clifford!

We stood there for what seemed like forever but honestly almost just a minute. I'm don't look like how other fans would be like in this category, I just stood there and stared at him with a little smile on my face. He licked his lips and placed his hands inside his pockets. I don't know if it's just me or he is really seducing me by his looks on my lips and face and everywhere.

My straight black hair is being pushed by the wind. So is he's dyed red hair. That perfect red locks fitted his face perfectly.

He broke the silence by saying, "Hi, I believe your name is Mei. Or you didn't said your real name there back in stage." I shivered when I heard my name perfectly by his dirty mouth. Yeah, dirty mouth. Dirty mouth because he is saying bad words, cursing, swearing. I was never a bad word fan. I just started learning that when I know the band already. Like a bad little influence. But they aren't little, they are huge.

"Ummh, yeah my real name's--." He cut me off. Really? To be honest I really don't like being cutted of, every person who's done that to me will just see me gone, yeah, right, I'm walking out.

"Why don't we go inside your house first before any fans or the paparazzi see us here. Am Is it okay for you?" He said and asked. Oh. Didn't realize that though.

I nodded, "Yes ofcourse."

I finally opened the door and let him in first, I then also entered and locked the door just incase any people with bad intention may sneak in and harm me... or should I say us.

I opened the light. He scanned the house. "I'm sorry my house is small and really messed up."

"No, it's okay. Are you alone here? Arent you with your parents?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm alone in here, my parents died in a car accident just almost 9 months ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that honey." He said. I felt a tear run down my face. I bowed my head to not show that I'm crying. I heard his foot steps coming close to me and I felt somebody hugging me. I hugged back. People might say I'm taking advantage of him if anybody sees us like this but nobody can see us and I don't care 'cause I'm just saying the truth and has been brought by the emotion of missing my parents.

After what seemed like five minutes I wiped my tears away and get off of him. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be dramatic, just miss my parents I guess." I stated the fact.

"It's okay. I understand you and your condition, all I can say to you is stay strong, don't give up on life 'cause tomorrow never dies." I laughed at him suddenly feeling my sadness wiped away just by him.

"As long as I remember 'Tomorrow Never Dies' is your song." I laughed on him.

"No, not really. It's Calum's song and I don't have any part sang on that song, I just played the guitar." He smiled.

"Let's sit on the couch. You're a visitor." I stated."Do you want something to drink? Like coffee or milk or champagne? What do you want?" I asked politely.

"I would like to have a coffee tho." He answered.

I made my way to the kitchen making two cups of coffee. Then it suddenly clicked on my mind.

MICHAEL FUCKING CLIFFORD IS IN MY HOUSE!