**small amount of smut so brave yourselves **
I woke up with a pounding head, hair in my face and on sheets that aren't mine. Must've swapped beds with Chelsea last night. I think.
I raise a hand to my head and groan at the feeling. My head felt like it was about to explode into a million pieces.
I open my eyes completely and find myself looking straight at the floor beside the bed and at a wall. Crap this isn't my room. Where the hell am I?. I turn around and come face to face with Michael. His eyes closed and face smushed into the matress, sleeping peacefully.
Suddenly the memories of last night come flashing back
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Michael pushes me up against the door and locks it. His lips attach to my neck and his hands trail down to the waist band of my skinny jeans. I mimick his movement and put my hands on his waist band and push him backward toward the bed and attach our lips again.
I undo his belt and climb on top of him once at the bed and grind my hips on his. His hands go to my waist and grips me tightly.
"Are you sure about this?" He mumbles through the kisses, moaning soon after and tightening his grip on me.
"Hmmm" I hum not really hearing him.
He flips me over and leaves kisses down my neck to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and pulling off his own.
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I stare up at the ceiling as the memories rush back. Did I seriously do that? Surely not. I don't sleep around like that. Oh god Chelsea is gonna give me so much shit for this.
I decide that it was the alcohols fault and look around to see if I can sneak out. I spot my clothes everywhere in the room. Somehow my bra ended up on the door knob. I look down to see that I'm still completely naked and go red. Great no way out, this'll be awkward.
I decide to look at my Facebook and snapchat to see any idea of what actually happened last night. I see multiple photos of dares from the night like Calum streaking, Fern running around with men's underwear on her head and Jemma mooning the camera. There were even videos of Chelsea twerking and doing an impression of Beyoncé. And to my personal enjoyment a video of Luke and Ashton playing chicken with screwed up faces, coming at least a centimetre close to each other's lips. I then find a photo of Michael and I kissing and strangely enough I feel my heart warm and beat faster at the sight of it. Alright calm down Mia it was just a one time thing. Or was it? Could this turn into something?
I go onto snapchat and go to my story and find the picture of Chelsea sleeping in the couch with her butt in the air. I almost lose it laughing and set it as my home screen.
I hear Michael breathe out heavily and I freeze throwing my phone to the ground. Lucky it's carpet dumbass, my inner self sasses to me. I can't tell if he is awake or not as I'm facing away from him again. Shit, don't move. I'm sleeping, totally sleeping and innocent.
Then I feel two arms snake around my waist and Michael's head nuzzles in between my shoulder blades. He moves up on to the pillow and whispers in my ear.
"Morning princess" he says lightly.
I turn around to face him a little confused.
He smirks at me and props his head up on his elbow.
"What?" He smirks, running his fingers up and down my arm.
"Nothing, don't worry" I say. Yep definitely awkward.
"So what are you doing today?" He asks getting up and pulling on his boxers. He goes around the room and picks up my clothes throwing then at me one by one. He hooks his finger under the strap of my bra of lifts it off the door knob, raising his eyebrow at me as he brings it over.
I sit up holding the sheet to my chest.
"Haven't really thought about it." I say putting on my bra and sweater from last night.
I feel so ashamed and gross for doing that. I let my urges take over my body and didn't look back. I thought I was better than all the other sluts I know. I guess not.
"You're new to this, aren't you?" He asks laughing and flopping down on to the bed now fully dressed.
"Yeah" I say as I jump a bit to get into my jeans properly. "So walk me though it for me." I laugh zipping up my boots.
He looks at me like he doesn't understand. He huffs and gets up opening the door.
"Mia, this is when you get the fuck out" he says obviously annoyed and angry
I glare at him and storm out. I small past Calum in the kitchen mumbling a quick morning before storming out.
I stop in the hall way pushing myself against the wall and sliding down. I pull my knees to my chest. I let all the emotion hit me like a tsunami.
I knew it. Great. Now I was worse then the sluts I know. I had meaningless sex with a fuckboy. A shallow asshole that only wanted me for sex. That wasn't even the worst part.
The worst part, the cherry on top of the ice cream Sunday that is my already fucked up day, is that I have actually feelings for him. I actually like him.
I put my face in my hands and start to sob.
What now? How could I do that? Not even a week here and I've already been screwed over.
The tsunami just gets bigger and the tears flow until I feel nothing but numb. I guess that's the thin about tsunami's though. They impact and destroy everything in it's path.
Michael is my tsunami.
