Claire
I awoke to find that I was alone in the bed. I glanced over at the clock. 4pm. "Well, there goes my 'normal' sleeping pattern....."
I rolled over to find that the space next to me was still warm and as I lay there the familiarity of the smell makes me smile. I missed this place. I missed Dan. I missed Aiden. I missed George. But mostly, I missed Michael and his tight hugs and warm kisses and immature sense of humour and his smell and smile and eyes and hair and the way we just fit together.
I decided I should probably get up before I damaged my sleeping pattern any further and so I heave myself off the bed, put on some underwear then some pyjama bottoms and a vest top. I decide to save myself from having to put on a bra by drowning myself in Michael's 'forever young' hoodie that I spotted in an open drawer. I wandered downstairs, still feeling drowsy.
The three boys are doing what we all liked to spend lazy days doing: playing Grand Theft Auto. Michael was wearing just his pyjama bottoms and had a really bad bedhead. I leaned over the back of the sofa and put my head just above Michael's right shoulder.
"Hello." I mumbled in his ear and kissed him on the cheek. I ruffled his hair before walking over to the kitchen.
A second or two later, Michael made a cry of defeat as the words "game over" made an appeance his screen. He turned around on the sofa so his chin rested on his hands on the sofa back.
"I swear you did that on purpose." He smiled as I opened the fridge.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." I replied, pouring the orange juice into my glass.
"Pour me some too, babe?" Michael asked.
"What's the magic word?"
"Abracadabra? Expelliarmus? Please?" He smiled and I took another glass from the cupboard and poured in the juice.
His smile turned to a full grin as he took his juice from my hand and pulled me onto the sofa next to him. There was hardly enough room for all four of us but no one complained.
Michael turned back to the game, announced he was ready to play again and put his arm right around my waist to hold the remote and rested his head on my shoulder.
"It's much better with the screen sideways." He mumbled "and I love it when you wear my clothes without asking" he added with a little smirk.
I am pretty sure he is the cutest thing to ever walk this earth and he's mine. I smiled as I watched the screen then leaned forward and picked up the extra remote off the coffee table: usually George's.
"I wanna play too!"
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Claire Bear (M.A.D)
Fanfiction"'Til death do us part" "No. I will not leave you when I die." Love is forever. It doesn't die with the rest of us. I made a playlist for this fanfic too if you want to listen while you read here's the link: http://8tracks.com/clumsyfvck/claire...
