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Michael Clifford - You're Drunk and He Helps You

summary: you go to a party, get drunk, and then mikey rescues you from a creepy guy and helps you get home

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't been writing regularly, I've been writing an Alex fic plus school work and stuff so yeah. But I hope you like this :) xx

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You weren't quite sure how your friends managed to convince you to come to a party, at guy's house you didn't know the name of, the night before your economics final; but you knew you were sure of one thing, you were completely wasted.

At the beginning of the night, you gave yourself a pep talk- no more then two drinks- but that idea flew out the window when your friend dragged you over to the counter littered with shot glasses and flat out told you that you needed to let loose.

So you gave into the peer pressure and lost control.

And now you were dearly paying the consequences.

You stumbled grabbing random stranger's shoulders for balance, as you desperately tried to move through the crowd of drunk college kids to the door.

Unfortunately a rather tall, drunk guy spots you as his next victim and grabs your arm.

"Lemme show you a good time," He mumbles in your ear, a smirk spreading across his face while you just looked terrified.

"Fuck off, Brendan," A voice growls from behind.

Soon the jerk is shoved aside and his grip is released from your arm, and is replaced by a new hand, more gentle and kinder, guiding you to the door.

It wasn't until you allowed your eyes to wander up to the face of your rescuer, that your jaw dropped.

Michael Clifford, the loud, obnoxious prick in your biology class, had just rescued you from a possibly life threatening situation, and was now helping you into your car.

You almost object, but drop it- your drunken state making you exhausted and quiet.

He drove you home and you took a mini nap, waking up when he opened and shut the door, coming around he other side to help you out.

"C'mon," He mumbles, sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you up to your porch.

"The key?"

Your fingers shake as you reach into your purse and hand him the key to your apartment.

He opens the door and carries you inside, kicking it closed behind him.

He brings you into your room, and sets you on the bed.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes.

"I'll just uh leave so you can- you know-"

"Yeah," You mumble, getting up and nearly falling over, "damn it."

He sighs, walking over and helping you up, and grabbing some clothes for you.

"Thanks,"

He nods and leaves while you manage to change and dress yourself, sliding back into bed.

He comes back in quietly.

"Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for helping me, Mikey,"

He blushes slightly at the nickname, and quickly composes himself.

"Of course, ba- y/n," He catches himself.

"Lay with me?" You mutter.

His heartbeat quickens as the color rises to his cheeks once more.

Michael walks over and crawls beside you, cuddling your side.

You smile, roll over to face him, and lay your head on his chest.

Michael smiles, thinking to himself,

God I wish this could last forever.