Enchanted || 5sauce

Twenty One

I sat down in between Michaels legs, my head pressed to his chest as I listened to his steady heartbeat. I glanced over at Ashton and Monique, who were all cuddled up on the other sofa. Occasionally, he'd lean over towards her head and plant a kiss there, causing a blush to rise on her cheeks.

I sighed, turning and nuzzling my head into his chest slightly, taking in his scent. He smelt of clean washing and boy.

"You okay, babe?" Michael asked, playing with my hair. When I'd asked him what he was doing earlier whilst fiddling with my hair, he'd said that he was doing braids in it, and I'd nodded, knowing it'd keep his hands busy. Also, having someone play with my hair was always a comforting thing, reminding me that I was safe.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I smiled against his chest, tracing shapes onto his body like I'd done to Luke when we'd woken up the morning after we'd... yeah.

"Are you sure that having, uh," he cleared his throat, lowering his voice straight after. "Y'know, both of them here isn't, uh, unsettling you at all?" Concern laced his features and I nodded sweetly, burying my face into his neck with a sigh.

"I'm fine, Mikey, watch the movie," I whispered into the base of his throat, feeling goose pimples rise against my lips. I allowed myself to take a moment to gloat inwardly, knowing I'd found one of his few weaknesses.

Throughout the first half of the movie, I whispered sweet nothings against his skin, occasionally nipping, kissing, and sucking the skin there, giving him a small colony of love bites to remember me by.

More towards the second half, I stopped, and pretended to be interested in the movie. Luke had come downstairs from bumbling around upstairs, and I just felt awkward doing those kinds of things around him, knowing that we'd... Y'know... Done the do.

I tried to forget about the fact that we'd ever done anything, but having him right there made it so much harder to forget and keep it in the back of my mind. In fact, the only male person in the room that I hadn't at least kissed, was Calum.

I lifted my head from the base of Michael's neck to glance at him. He was watching the movie, a little twinkle of excitement in his eyes as the film was reaching its climax.

I looked back at Michael, finding him asleep. He looked adorable as he slept, like a little punk rock fairy. I smiled, knowing that whatever this was between us, I was content with it. That's all I seemed to care about; being content wasn't as good as being happy, but it was a close second. I hadn't truly been happy since the night Luke left me, in all honesty. The morning I woke up expecting to see his face smiling down at me as he made a joke about my "morning breath."

But I woke up alone.

I shivered at the thought of that night. He left me. I couldn't trust him. I should've never given him something as precious as my virginity, and yet, I did. I've given everything to him, all but my first kiss. That went to Ashton.

I carefully untangled myself from Michael, making my way over to Calum and sitting myself down next to him. He smiled broadly at me, offering me some popcorn, which I accepted.

We sat close together, watching the film. My legs ended up across his lap, the bowl of popcorn resting on my knees as we sneakily threw pieces at Ashton and Monique whenever the film got dull.

"They're making out again," he whispered to me, grabbing another handful of popcorn and winking. I winked back, grabbing myself a handful too, and then taking aim, shooting a bit at the back of Ashton's head.

We carried on pestering them for a while, until they got into a really heated makeout session and all that could be heard was the sound of their lips smacking together.