Body Switch (A 5SOS Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Four

I am SO sorry for the late update. School is just kicking my ass right now. Please don't hate me and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep reading. I'm trying REALY hard to find time to write. 

I love you guys for reading and stickin with me. 

So, here ya go.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR!!!! :D

---Nikki's POV---

"Nikki?" 

What was going on? 

"Nikki?" 

Where was I? 

"Nikki?" 

What happened? 

"Nikki?" 

Why does my head hurt? 

"Nikki?" 

Who was calling my name? 

"Nikki?" 

I tried to open my eyes, but all they did was flutter. 

"Nikki? Can you hear me?" 

I tried once again to open my eyes, failing a second time. 

"Nikki? Are you awake?" 

This time, I succeeded, cracking them but quickly blinking at the harsh light. 

"Nikki?" 

I groaned and covered my eyes with an arm. 

"Nikki?" 

"What Michael?" 

"You're alive!" he exclaimed, and crushed my torso with a hug. 

"Uhg," I groaned, barely able to breathe because of his strength. "Get off." 

"I was so scared. You passed out and I didn't know what was wrong," he sounded like he was about to cry. "What if you left me?" 

This time, I knew for sure that he was crying as my shirt started feeling wet. 

"Michael," I sighed, wrapping my arms around him to keep him close. "I would never leave you. Even when Luke and I switch back, I'll still be yours. I promise." 

But nothing I said was calming him down. He was still crying and he was starting to hiccup. I rubbed his back, soothingly and started to hum. 

After a while, he began to calm down, and as soon as he did, he just lay down beside me on the couch I had been put on. I held him to me as we cuddled up on the small space. 

This was comfortable. He was comfortable. I cuddled into his chest as his arms wrapped around me, surrounding me in his warmth. It seemed like he was always warm, at least a little more than the normal person, but he never complained about being sick. Maybe he was just hot-blooded. 

I was so warm, and so comfortable that I slowly fell asleep in Michael's arms. 

~~ 

I dreamed. 

In this dream, I was alone, on stage. 

The lights were bright and blinding me and all I had was a microphone and a guitar slug over my shoulder. 

But there was no one around. 

Suddenly, screams sounded, ears burning from the sound, and the lights that had been shining on me had panned out around the crowd. 

People. 

So many people. 

I couldn't breathe.