(ON HOLD 5EVS) the dangerous hooligan - Michael Clifford

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I woke up by someone touching my hair. At first I didn't take any notice, but when it hit me I live alone I opened my eyes quickly and jumped. A loud laugh sounded behind me, and I turned around to see Michael with a huge grin on his face. "Goodmorning to you too" He said with a smirk on his face.

I was confused, how did I end up sleeping on the couch? I don't remember falling asleep. wait.

If I was sleeping on the couch, Michael must have too, so basically I've been cuddling with him. No just no, this is not good. Not even close to.

"How did I end up sleeping on the couch?" I asked before walking a few steps back.

"We ate peanut butter. We kissed. We had sex. And then you fell asleep because I'm so good in bed" He said, winking, before bursting into laughter.

"Shut up you idiot" I said, trying to hold back the annoyance in my voice. Well at least I knew he wasn't speaking the truth the way he acted. If it had happened, I think I would've done something bad, because who the fuck wants to be with an idiot like Michael? well not me.

"Oh come on, you would have loved it" he said, before doing a hip dance. What the fuck was he even doing.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter. and he just made it even worse when he tried to twerk. Like hell to the fucking no, he sucks at twerking.

"Liking what you see?" He asked, in a very creepy seducing way. He moved closer and closer, and then started to twerk ON me.

"You are not Miley Cyrus dude" I said in between the laughs. "oh how I wish I was. She get all the guys, even the ladies out there!"

I was just about to say something, when I realised what he had just said.

guys.

"are you gay" I asked him, before getting a chance to stop myself. He stared at me, before stepping closer to me. "Does this makes you think I'm gay" he asked, before touching my neck with his hand, and guiding it lower and lower, to just above my breasts.

I fought his hand away, just until he stepped closer, and couldn't get any closer.

"what about this" before putting his arms around me, and squeezing my butt. "I..I still think you are gay" I stated, before getting free of his hold.

"That's a shame, because you would have got some great sex" Michael said before closing his left eye into a wink.

"Uhm what about no, no and no" I said while walking over to the bathroom. I turned around to see Michael following me.

"I'm going to shower for a bit. Feel free to grab some food, just not my peanut butter" I smiled, before walking in to the bathroom.

***

It was nice feeling all clean and smelling nice. I had picked up a jumper and some jeans that made me feel comfortable.

My hair was in a messy ponytail, and when I say messy I mean a very weird ponytail. My make up was as usual, just a bit mascara and eyeliner.

I was looking at the girl in the mirror. She had bruises all over her, the make up did cover up most of the bruises, but a few ones were still strongly seen.

The bruises were starting to get a bit more purple than black-ish. The small ones, that didn't hurt that much, we're already yellow.

To be honest I think I would have been dead by now, if Michael and his gang would not have been there.

It frightened me a lot, knowing that Paris is alone right now. What if they decide to take revenge on what Michael's gang did to the other..

I decided to go call her, just to make sure she was alright.