Tomorrow Never Dies

Chapter 48: "I wish we didn't have to be apart"

I woke up with Michael's arms around me. I was a little shocked, because I was sure when I'd fallen asleep I was alone, and I hadn't noticed him come in during the night, but nevertheless I relaxed into his embrace, hearing him sigh softly in his sleep. I rolled over and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I whispered as his eyes opened slowly.

"Hello." He smiled lazily, returning the kiss, and his eyelids started drooping again.

"Don't fall asleep!" I shouted, laughing, and he jumped, throwing off the covers. "Why are you here?"

"I missed you in the night so I came and you didn't wake up so I just started cuddling you."

"Aren't you just the cutest," I smiled, kissing him slightly harder. I pulled him out of bed and into the bathroom, waited for the shower to heat up, and dragged him in with me, so happy to be with him that I barely noticed that we were both still in our pyjamas - in his case, boxers, in mine, a vest top and booty shorts - and I didn't notice until he pointed it out.

"Look, baby, I appreciate that we're saving water, but can we not do this naked? I think it might be easier," he mentioned, and I laughed as I pulled my top over my head.

"Better?"

"Much," he nodded, his eyes dropped to my chest. "Shorts." His word was a command, and had he been anyone else, I wouldn't have obliged, but I stepped out of my pyjama bottoms happily and tossed them into the bathroom. His boxers joined the damp pile of clothes, and he pulled me close to him.

"I love you," I whispered. "I love you so much."

"I wish we didn't have to be apart," he told me.

"It'll just make it better when we're together again," I said. "I promise." We were due to leave in a week, me for the Caribbean with the cruise company, and Michael for London, where One Direction were starting their tour, and every day we spent together was meant for making amazing memories with each other before we were separated.

"What's the plan for today then?" His voice was slightly raspy, like it always was when he first woke up, and it was beautiful.

"You choose. I chose last."

"I reckon we should have a date every night until we go. We should make each one better than the last until next week and it's like the best date ever," he suggested. "And obviously there's lots of sex in between." I shook my head.

"What if I say no?"

"Then I will completely respect your decision and not pressure you into anything."

"Right answer," I laughed. "Anyway, what's the date for tonight?"

"Cinema and a meal?" I nodded.

"And what are we doing until then?"

"We're going shopping and I'm buying you everything you want."

"Michael, you're broke," I reminded him. "You're a student."

"I'm going on tour, they're paying me a decent amount."

"In that case, we're going to Sephora." He grinned and took my hand, gently rubbing shampoo into my scalp with his other palm. The action sent chills down my spine, the way it always did when I was at the hairdresser, and I smiled. He let the bubbles run off with the water down my back, then he started rubbing conditioner into the tips of my hair. While he let it soak in, he kissed me softly, and the world seemed to stop around me. The universe seemed limited to just us and the shower, and I felt like I never had before. I pulled away briefly, just to whisper a quiet 'I love you', and then pressed my lips back on his. He guided me back under the stream of the water, running his hands through my hair to rinse out the conditioner, without breaking the kiss. When he finally pulled away, he looked deep into my eyes and gave me a heart-winning smile, the same one I had fallen in love with.

"Let's get ready," he whispered, and I stepped out of the shower, threw a towel around my shoulders, and he started drying my hair without another question, while I did my makeup. Once my hair was dry and my makeup done, I pulled on a pair of black ripped jeans and a red top, and Michael the same style jeans and a ripped band top. I threw my leather jacket on top, where he pulled on an oversized waterproof jacket. We left the dorm, and drove into the city centre. Once we arrived, I dragged him straight into a massive clothes store and made a beeline for the bikinis. I picked out a few, and so did Michael, but as soon as I looked at the sizes I nearly burst out laughing.

"Michael, it's lovely that you think I'm that small, but I'm really not." I placed them back on the rack and chose a more suitable size. I waltzed into a changing room and tried them on, deciding not to show him any so I could use them for sexy selfies when we were apart. Once I was out, Michael bought them for me, and we moved towards the area of the shop which had summery dresses on display. Again, I pulled out a few, and held them up against my body to check for sizing. Next, we went to a display of cocktail style dresses, since apparently I needed at least two for the cruises, and I picked out one pink, off-the-shoulder midi dress, and one baby blue halter neck. Every time I looked at Michael, he had a beautiful smile on his face, clearly just enjoying watching me shopping.

Once we left the clothes store, we went on to Sephora, and from the moment I stepped inside I was in heaven. I went straight to the Mac counter, since they did my favourite makeup, and picked out a selection of foundations, lipsticks, and highlighters. I then went to a slightly cheaper section of the store and picked out an eyebrow kit, a makeup bag, and a new set of brushes, and once I was relatively confident I had drained Michael's bank account, I took his hand and we left the store. 

He led me towards a fancy-looking Italian that I vaguely recognised, and once we stepped inside, I realised why. It was the one we'd gone to on a double date with Grace and Ashton, the same one I'd given him a blowjob for the first time. When we were seated, I raised my evebrow at him.

"Really?"

"Yep," he grinned, and I shook my head, skimming my eyes over the menu. I ended up ordering a meatball dish, while he went for a pizza. When they came, I took a massive forkful, and my eyes teared up as I chewed it. I swallowed, and he gave me a confused look. "What's wrong?"

"It's so spicy," I confessed, taking a swig of the water in the middle of the table. "Fuck, it's hot." He shook his head, and we ended up sharing his pizza, something he clearly wasn't happy about, but he let me anyway in order to make me happy.

"I love you," he said after he'd paid the bill. "So we're going to see Fantastic Beasts in the cinema." I felt my face light up. I'd been waiting for the film to come out for what felt like years, and he was willing to once again let me be happy for something he obviously wasn't fussed by. We made out way to the cinema, bought tickets and food, and went into the screen. I leant my head on his shoulder, took his hand, and settled down to watch the film, perfectly content in his company.

*****
hello I'm happy for once lets not screw this one up
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY I LOVE YOU VVVV MUCH

song of the chapter: beep beep by little mix (omg this song is so rude I cried laughing first time I heard it, also I was supposed to be going to see the girls again next year but were in florida and we get back the next day and I'm v sad bc I was so excited)