Enchanted || 5sauce

Chapter Nineteen

chapter nineteen already you're shitting me, right?

Damn.

ALSO, A LUKE FOLLOW ON MY TWITTER, CAN I GET A WHAT WHAT

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"Mikey, Mikey, I'm going to sing to you, okay?" I giggled, taking Michael's hand in mine and pulling him over to a park bench. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls," I cleared my throat, standing on top of the bench. "I dedicate this song to- fuck!" I squealed, grabbing onto Michael's shoulders as I felt my body tip forwards.

Michael grabbed my waist, taking all of my weight as I fell, then placing me gently on my feet, as if he were afraid I'd shatter into a million pieces. I smiled broadly at him, pecking his cheek and then turning to the bench and pouting.

"That was really mean of you, Mr. Bench, I could've seriously hurt myself, but no, didn't think of that, did you?" I scolded, ignoring Michael's quiet giggles from behind me.

"Miiichaaaeel, stop laughing, I could've been seriously hurt," I turned around, pouting at him, and then throwing myself down onto the bench, lying on my side somewhat seductively. "Paint me like one of your french girls," I instructed him, pulling duck face.

Michael took one look at me, and managed to keep his composure for around two seconds before erupting into loud, almost violent, laughter. "You really are something, Tia," he smiled fondly at me once he'd calmed down, patting my head like I was a puppy.

"Woof," I said, then giggling uncontrollably at the reference I'd made to my own personal joke. I went on all fours, still on the bench, and started barking at Michael, barely getting three sounds out before giggling again.

"What even are you doing, love?" He smiled cutely at me, and I found myself suddenly stood in front of him, with one hand on his chest.

"You know, Mr. Clifford, even though you share your name with a big red dog," I felt my body become slack as he wrapped an arm around my waist, taking some of my weight. The tired feeling I'd been holding in all day suddenly came rushing back, and my words slowed down. "You're really attractive, and I would definately like to-"

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I woke the next morning feeling weighed down, in more way than one.

For starters, hangovers are horrific, don't drink. Ever. The feeling in my head was as if there was millions of tiny elves in my head jingling their tiny bells on their tiny freaking shoes in every corner on my head, whilst the seven dwarfs quadrupled in number, and were mining in the back of my head.

Secondly, I had an arm around my waist, pretty much pinning me down to the bed. A single snore echoed around my head, confirming my suspicions about gender. So, this arm was male, and had thick dark brown, maybe black, hairs on his arms, meaning he had dark hair. Maybe.

I turned slightly, being careful not to jostle him, so I could see his face. I smiled as I studied his features. He always was a cutie, I don't know what I saw in Luke, Michael was miles more attractive then him.

Where Luke had that awkward boy-next-door vibe to him, Michael was the complete polar opposite; Michael was the kind of boy your father warned you about, the one that you knew you shouldn't get involved with, but did anyway, because you liked the rush he gave you.

Michael was different from what I was used to, and I liked it. A lot.

As I was studying his features, something occurred to me: I had just woken up next to Michael Clifford, with no memory of the night before.

One swift look under the covers diminished all possibilities of us having hooked up. Although I was in one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, he was still in his jeans.

I smiled slightly, cuddling into his chest again. He moaned quietly in his sleep and a thousand feelings rushed through my nerve endings, setting my body on fire.

"Good morning," a husky voice whispered, and I lifted my head once again, smiling at a very sleepy Michael.

"Morning Mikey," I buried my head into his chest once more, just enjoying the feeling of being close to someone again, as I continued, "do you have any pain killers?"

"Bathroom, cupboard next to the sink. Should also be a toothbrush in there," he mumbled, giving my head a sloppy kiss as I sat up. "Make me a cuppa, yeah?"

I nodded, leaving his bedroom and bumbling around, looking for the bathroom.

"Third door on the left by the way, babe," Michael's voice called from his room, and I yelled back my appreciation, wincing as my head throbbed.

"And the kitchen is downstairs, first on the right," he yelled again, soon followed by a "love ya!"

I rolled my eyes, finally finding the bathroom and reaching for the cupboard, popping two pills into my mouth and swallowing them dry.

Today was going to be hard.

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Next update coming whenever, shouldn't be a week.

I now have a Luke follow and the band acct, I a m d y i n g.

UHMKAYBYE

XOXO