Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

29 | Travel

MICHAEL'S POV

It didn't really occur how real all of this was until Louis replied to my DM.

I basically sent him seven hundred messages in a row about a long ass essay on how thankful I am that the tweeted our video out to all his followers and fans and I absolutely loved him for doing that. I also added in a few pity questions on how we didn't have talent and he only tweeted us out of pity for no reason.

He replied, telling me to cheer up. He said every one of his tweets mean something and he said we had real talent that the current generation lack of. He also said that he wanted to hear our own music and see how much more potential we can get from there. Although I was shitting my pants that he was alive, breathing, and his mind was functioning perfectly well, and he decided to reply to my DMs out of half the population on earth, I was so happy that he tweeted it and not a hacker or something.

Now enough  of this dreamland shit, I was thinking of life as a celebrity. How busy it'd be. Not saying I'd be a celebrity, but just the fame and everything makes your life a celerity. It made me anxious about this, but I was even more happier to care.

I imagined us in the place or position as Metallica. Different hotels every night, rocking shows and being too hype to sleep. Can't leave the hotel or you'd get bombarded and killed. That sort of lifestyle blew me away. And the fact that I could be living that lifestyle? I flew all the way to China, man.

He gave me his number, which almost made me pee a fountain in my pants. The best part of this all was that we didn't ask for any of this to happen. We just uploaded a cover for the sake of trying to put ourselves out there. We didn't expect to get Louis freaking Tomlinson to tweet our cover to his 22.2 million followers.

I know I exaggerate a lot about Louis having 22.2 million followers but I'm trying to stress on how much of a crowd 22.2 million people are.  It absolutely amazed me how our subscriber count and amount of likes rocketed up out the screen and the boys and I were on Skype, refreshing at the same time so we'd see it rise together.

Now, I'm sat with sweatpants and a shirt filled with Cheetos crumbs all over it. I'd probably change into something else if it's our first date or so but not really now because she's just staying over for the night. Well, I'm not sure yet because I haven't asked her. And I think I'd never ask. I'd just persuade her and she'd give in to my boyfriend powers.

Speak of the devil - well, angel, in this case - she knocked on my door. I knew it was her because she never let me yell 'come in' before she came in and pounced on me. She didn't hug nor did she cuddle me, she just laid on me. Awkwardly.

"Hey there." I said, trying to get my arms out from under her. I noticed she dyed her hair a different color. I burst out laughing when I noticed her dress flipped up and her underwear showed. It was plain white, except for the big brown Guatama bear at the back.

"What?" She spoke into my neck. However, I couldn't speak as I was too busy laughing my ass off.

"Y-your-" I managed to get out, but ended up laughing harder as the sentence formed in my head. She raised her head, a look of confusion on her face. It looked as if she didn't know whether or not to be embarrassed because she didn't know what I was laughing about in the first place.

"My what?" She urged, eager to know what's so funny.

"You're such a seven year old." I laughed.

"This is about my underwear, isn't it?" She spoke into my neck as she dropped her head to nuzzle her face into my skin, attempting to hide her embarrassment. By the way I laughed harder, she took it as a yes.