Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 88

I just want to start off by saying sorry for not updating in a while... I've been going through a hard time lately, and start of school has made it even more crazy. I'll explain more in the end. xx

Next day, despite the fact that the bed Michael and I are sharing is bigger than mine at home, Michael and I are lying so close you would think it's a single-person bed. I guess from all the time on the little bus with not much space, we got used to lying even closer. I'm lying half on top of him, our legs tangled in each other, Michael's chin resting on the top of my head.

I wake up without even any reason, just that I had slept what I needed to, and I felt rested. I sit up a bit, Michael still sleeping. I carefully climb out of his arms, him just mumbling something in his sleep, but luckily doesn't resist. I decide on taking a shower while he sleeps.

When I get out again, Michael is sitting at the end of the bed, stretching. He looks up at me, his eyes lightening up. I'd like to say that it was because it was me, but it was probably because I only had a towel around me, which barely covered my lady parts. "Morning," I say, a smirk spreading onto my face. Michael stands up, making his way over to me, standing there. It warms my heart as he looks at my eyes, and not anywhere else. He leans down, pressing his lips lightly against mine.

"Morning beautiful. Excited?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." The smile on my lips grow with every passing second. "Go take a shower, and we'll go down for some breakfast."

"You could join me?" he says, smirking. I laugh a bit, shaking my head before stepping out of his arms.

"No, then it would last forever, and I just took one." I kiss his cheek, walking over to my suitcase. I hear Michael sigh, slightly laughing before I hear the door close.

About an hour later, we're at the zoo, my nails burying into Michael's arm. He flinches at times because of the fact that my nails are long and I wouldn't be surprised if he starts bleeding. Michael's excited too though, but tries to hide it so he can easier make fun of me.

"Michael Clifford?" a voice says in a thick British accent as a man comes over. Michael nods, the guy giving both of us a huge smile before he takes his hand out to shake our hands. "I'm Matt, I'm here to show you all our youngsters." I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling wider than I already am.

"I'm Michael as you can guess, and this is Eleanor," Michael says, and not 10 seconds after, we're walking towards this little house that I'm thinking has a lot of small babies.

"We have a few babies in here. It's our cat room. Unfortunately our tiger-mum did not take her cub well, so we're bottle feeding the little guy." I smile, looking up at Michael who can't hide his excitement now either.

Matt takes his keys, opening the door for us. "Have you got a name for him yet?" I ask as we enter the little room where a tiny tiger runs around. Right now, he's on a blanket, playing with some sort of ball. He's got a few teeth, but still looks like someone who needs milk.

"His name is actually Ozzy," Matt tells me before he goes up. He's obviously got a relationship to Ozzy, who acts like a little dog when he comes over. "C'mon over," he says, me standing there for a few seconds before Michael slightly pushes me over. I sit down, Ozzy now standing up as he walks towards me.

"He's so cute," I say, smiling widely as I start petting him. "Why didn't his mom take him?"

"I don't know. Sometimes, they just don't," Matt says, Michael sitting down next to me as he pets him as well.

During the day, Matt shows us a few other babies, me falling even more in love with them for every baby I saw. Michael mainly just sat beside me, and I caught him looking at me more than he looked at the animals.