Permanent Vacation ~ MGC

Part 14 -Y/N's POV

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I woke up the opposite way I had fallen asleep, with my head buried in Michael's chest, but both of his arms wrapped around me. I opened my eyes slowly, and saw Michael looking at me sleepily. He yawned, before speaking quietly to me.
"Goodmorning Y/N. Or is it goodnight since its only 3am?" He mumbled, in a low gravelly voice before smiling. I wriggled out of Michael's grip before sitting up as much as I could in the tight space. Since it was 3am, and the bus had stopped, (and Michael was awake so early) I assumed we were at the airport already. I smiled at Michael, who smiled back almost instantly.
"Your stuff's in the back now, if you want to get changed before the guys wake up." Michael said, and he sat up as much as he could himself, banging his head on the top of the bunk.
"Ow." He said, rubbing where his head had come into contact with the hard surface.
"Dork." I giggled, before jumping down into the bus, and making my way to the back, where our suitacases were. I almost tripped over Calum's empty bottle from the night before, but managed to reach my suitcase without hurting myself. I rubbed my bare, cold legs, before kneeling down and pulling out my favourite grey sweater, which simply said 'No' in bold black writing, and a pair of ripped black jeans. After doing so, I zipped up my case, and made my way to the small bathroom to get changed.

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All 7 of us, the two security guys, Ashton, Michael, Calum, Luke and I, climbed off the bus, and stood in the huge, dark car park. Our luggage had been taken inside 15 minutes ago so we didn't have to struggle getting it throught the busy airport. We still had an hour before we had to sit and wait for our flight, so we all decided to get coffee to wake us up slightly, although we'd probably all sleep on the plane. I wandered into the airport, with Ashton beside me, while the rest of the boys split off to get some sort of energy drink rather than coffee. I'd never been much of an enery drink person, and I drank coffee as much as I ate.
Both Ashton, and I, stepped into the small coffee shop in silence. Surprisingly, there was no one here, although it was probably normal, considering it was only now 4am. I ordered my coffee, a medium toffee latte, and stood next to the small counter where the various sugars and milk were. Ashton wandered over after ordering his own drink, and smiled at me as we waited together.
"So," he began suddenly (which startled me slightly, as I was still half asleep) "Did you sleep okay?" Random question.
"Yeah, fine." I replied bluntly, before reaching over to grab my coffee, and thank the barista in what small amount of French I knew. It was a random question for Ashton to ask, but I guessed he was just checking up on me, since i'd shared a bunk with his best friend, who was a 'little' closer than that to me. Ashton grabbed his cup, and I followed him to a small table with two seats. I saw the other boys laughing with their drinks in the distance, and Michael waved at me. As I waved back, a small movement caught my attention. Ashton pulled out is phone, and began typing on it as he spoke.
"You know you can speak to me about whatever right? And tell me whatever and I won't get annoyed?" He asked, and I hummed in reply, although I was confused. I slowly sipped my coffee, and nervously swallowed it as paranoia set in. I had hoped that Ashton wasn't going to ask about Michael and I, and here he was asking me random questions out of nowhere. I shook the idea out of my head, and sipped my coffee again.
I jumped as Ashton's phone hit my elbow, and splashed some of my coffee onto my nose.
"Sorry." He muttered slowly, smiling and nodding at his phone. I picked it up cautiously, and looked at the expression on Ashton's face; worry, but also confused happiness. I saw Michael wave again in the distance, and as I lazily returned the gesture, Ashton spoke again.
"Is it true? Or is it fake?" My brother asked, and I knew in the back of my mind what was coming. I looked at his phone, and read the masthead of an online article on the screen: "Michael Clifford, new girlfriend?", and below it, was the picture that the paparazzi guy had took of Michael and I at the small shopping place the day before.