Permanent Vacation ~ MGC

Part 8 - Y/N's POV

I woke up to the sound of quiet humming, and Michael rubbing small circles on my back through my shirt.
I opened my eyes, and his chin was resting on my head.
"What-what time is it?" I mumbled sleepily.
"I don't know, 6?" Michael's voice was rough and gravelly, and I expected he too must also have just woken up. His small fringe was stuck to his forehead, and the rest of his hair a mess, sticking out at all angles. He was still rubbing circles on my back, and my eyes were closing again because of the early hour.
I was disturbed by a soft object smacking me on the back of the head, followed by a gravelly giggle, which wasn't Michael's. I immediately sat upright, Michael's hand falling from around me, and looked around the room. Calum was laughing, whilst slowly sitting up against the back of his bed. Eventually, his laughing ceased.
"I didn't know you guys were together?" He said, rubbing his messy hair, and blinking alot. He was still displaying a huge grin from his childish behaviour that had succeeded in annoying us.
"Oh, we're not together." I hastily answered, but I saw Michael smirking out of the corner of my eye as he sat up, and he placed his arm lazily around my shoulders, kissing my head.
"We're just.... good friends." Michael smirked, and Calum walked to his suitcase, retreiving a burgundy tee and black jeans.
"Right, right, totally makes sense..." Calum rolled his eyes and continued into the bathroom to get changed, locking the door behind him.
I turned around and smacked Michael on the arm, and he pushed me back so I was almost laying down again. As I attempted to sit up, he stopped me by encapsulating me in his arms, whilst resting his head on my shoulder. We sat there for a few minutes, but were then disturbed by a shuffling from the other side of the room.
"Damn, it's Ashton." Michael said, and he picked me up bridal style, and placed my gently on the couch, before diving back onto his bed and pretending to neaten its covers.
"Hi." Ashton said, yawning and rubbing his face, going through the same routine Calum had, picking up his clothing, before waiting in the other half of the room for the bathroom to become vacant.

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I slowly closed the door behind me, tapping my jean pockets to make sure I had everything: my phone, and purse, although it only contained 5 Australian dollars, and £6. At least the £6 was in coins, and I'd be able to get snacks for the journey back to Aus.
I walked down the stairs, and to the lobby, where the boys were already waiting, as our cases were loaded into a van so they were already prepared at the airport. It was aound 7.30, and we were leaving early to get my brother and his bandmates to their interview on time. I sat down on a red armchair opposite to Michael, who was having a shushed conversation with Calum. It was a surprise that none of their fans had managed to get access to the hotel, but it was definite there were at least a hundred outside; I could here the shouting.
Luke came over to me, and sat in the chair next to me, leaning over so he was inches away from my ear.
"So Calum told me..." he whispered, and I rolled my eyes.
"I already told him we aren't together," I said, frustrated, "Not officially anyway..." and I quietened my voice at the last comment. Luke got up, and sat back next to Ashton, who was turned around, watching the van pull away.
Dan told us to stand up, and we began to make our way outside. My stomach knotted instantly, but Ashton came over, and held my arm tightly.
"Get ready for mayhem, Little Sis." he mumbled, and we walked out of the hotel doors, to the crowd of 5SOS fans waiting outside.