Permanent Vacation ~ MGC

Part 7- Y/N's POV

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I think the rest of this fanfic is going to be from Y/N's POV, so hope you're all enjoying it so far!!
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"Michael, Y/N." Dan said as he walked into the room; he was blatently giving us dirty looks already, and he'd only been in the room for a matter of seconds. He leaned against the wall near the door, and faced us all; Calum, Luke, Ashton, Michael and I.
"So I want you guys to know you have an interview tomorrow, at 9am, sharp, with a radio station downtown. We'll be taking a plane back to Melbourne afterwards, and you'll do an interview there before going back to Sydney. So don't sleep in."
And with that, he left. We'd all been expecting some sort of grilling, or lecture, particularly Michael and I, so it was a bit strange that he'd gathered us all together just for that.
I tapped the home button on my phone, realising it was already 1am, and that we'd have to be awake at around 6.30 to get the boys to the interview on time. I'd already tagged along to at least 2 interviews whilst travelling with the boys, but I just sat in a room behind a glass screen, with no one to talk to.
I felt Michael move from the couch, and watched him walk across the room, and to the bathroom, before he locked the door behind him. No one said anything about the interview, but Calum lay back on his bed, scrolling through his phone whilst looking half asleep.
The whole room was silent, with the exception of my own heavy breathing, a bad habit I'd identified when I was 12.
Looking to the left, I noticed my phone screen had lit up: 1 new message from: Michael 🍕
I unlocked it, and read the message.

Michael: Hi x

I rolled my eyes at Michael's message; he was only in the bathroom, although he was probably texting me whilst on the toilet.

Y/N: Why are you texting me from the bathroom?

Two seconds later my phone lit up again.

Michael: I didn't want anyone to suspect anything...

Y/N: No one is going to suspect anything. They all probably think your just taking crap 😂 x

Michael: So what if I am?

I rolled my eyes again at his childish remark. I was begining to feel tired again, and the room was now filled with everyone's snores besides mine and Michael's. Luke and Ashton were asleep in their beds in the other half of the room, and Calum's phone was flat on his face as he slept. I laughed, and replied to Michael.

Y/N: TMI Clifford. Anyway everyone is asleep except us, i'm tired :( x

I didn't even have to wait 10 seconds, and Michael was out of the bathroom, and looking around the room for a spare blanket for me to use, since I was sleeping on the couch for, at least, one night.

"Have you tried under your bed?" I asked, rubbung my eyes and laying down on the couch.
"There isn't a blanket here... like anywhere." Michael replied, and he sat on the end of the couch, directly on top of my feet. I kicked him off, and he landed on his ass on the floor, making Calum move so his phone dropped onto his matress.
"Do you wanna just...?"
I raised my eyebrows, confused, and lifted my head to see Michael standing up, running his hand lazily through his hair.
"What?" I yawned, and stood up, gathering a pair of pyjamas from my suitcase, that Ashton had got me for my Birthday. I was too tired to wait for Michael's slow reply, so I headed to the bathroom and began to get undressed.
I pulled my shirt over my head, and tied my hair in a messy bun before heading out to make myself comfortable on the couch. As I rounded the corner from the bathroom and into the bedroom, Michael picked me up, dumping me on his bed.
"Hey!"
"What? You didn't wait for me to ask if you wanted to share my bed so I thought I'd just bring you here myself." Michael smirked, and climbed into his bed, pulling the cover over him. He was still in the same shirt as he was wearing before, but had exchanged his black jeans for a pair of grey sweatpants.
I lazily turned over so i was facing Michael's back, and pulled the blanket over me.
He turned over, so my face was against his chest, and put his arm around me, and his hand on my waist. As I began to drift into sleep, I heard him mumble something, before kissing my nose as he did the first time.
"Goodnight Y/N."