Internet Friend (M.C)

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Once Luke is quiet, Michael's face is bright red. "He made that up," he blushes, punching Luke one more time.

I giggle, quickly taking a picture of him still sitting on Luke. "Muke." I comment, putting my phone away and leaning back on the couch.

"Cake!" Luke insists, leaning his head in Calum's lap. I roll my eyes.

"So, what are we gonna do until the show?" Emma asks.

"Y'know, just hang out." Ashton says. I nod and pull my flannel tighter around my shoulders, when my phone dings with a few notifications.

Fans recognized me outside, I've been given links to a lot of articles about Michael carrying me, plus the pictures from yesterday. 'Michael Clifford, new girlfriend?"

I tilt my phone to show Michael, who blushes again. "Let's order some pizza!"

"YESSS! PIZZAAAA!" Calum yells, jumping up, which causes Luke's head to fall onto the couch with a bang.

"F*CK YOU, CALUM." he yells, jumping up and massaging his head. Calum just giggles and pulls out his phone to order pizza.

"So, what's the surprise with the setlist?" I ask Michael, who promised to tell me once I was here.

He grins wickedly. "I'm not telling you."

"Michael!"

"I'm sorry babe, but I just wanna see your face when it happens."

I sigh and lean my head on his shoulder. "What are fans gonna do if we do end up going out? I mean, I was just a fan as of 2 days ago, and if you were dating a girl, I would literally kill to be in her spot."

He chuckles. "Really?" He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "But now you're in her spot."

"Not quite.."

He just grins and stands up. "I'll go tell Calum what to order on the pizza."

I lean back on the couch, opening up my Instagram. I have a lot more followers, and lots of likes on the pictures I posted of Michael and I.

When I next look up, Michael's sitting on my feet and the pizza is here. "Get off!" I giggle, kicking my feet.

"No!" he pouts, crossing his arms and leaning back on my legs.

I look up helplessly as Calum picks up a piece of pizza, waving it in front of my nose and then taking a big bite. "Mmmmm." he groans, licking his lips.

"I'm not sure if you're trying to turn me on, or rub it in my face that I have a 150 pound man on my legs and can't get to the pizza. Either way, get the f*ck away from me." I say, pouting. He giggles and lets me take a bite of his pizza before running off and grabbing anther piece.

"Where's Emma?" I ask Michael, who's still leaning on my legs.

He shrugs. "I think she went somewhere with Luke? I dunno, you're the only one I've been paying attention to."

I blush. "Really? I thought she was a Calum girl."

"You're a Michael girl, right?" he asks anxiously, booping me on the nose.

I giggle. "I guess.."

"You GUESS? Bitch, that's not enough for me." he whines.

I raise my eyebrows. "Scuse me? Call me 'bitch' and I'll be an Ashton girl."

"Yeah!" Ashton cheers, winking when Michael looks away, pouting.

I blow a kiss at Ashton, giggling.