Boys of Apartment 5

Chapter 63

***Nicole's P.O.V.***

"I'm here now. I can take her." I hear Brooke whisper, gesturing to Delilah, who is peacefully sleeping in my arms. I hand her over to Brooke, tiredly walking to the couch.

I am on the verge of sleep, when someone picks me up off the couch. I look up to see Michael, who announces he is taking me home to get some sleep. I grab onto his shirt and bury my face in his chest until we get to the car.

It was a miracle that I stayed awake until we got into our apartment.

We had temporarily rearranged the apartments so that Brooke, Ashton, Aubry and Calum stayed in the boys' previous apartment, and Taylor, Luke, Michael and I stayed in ours.

I collapsed onto the bed, Michael following shortly after. He looks just as tired as I am, closing his eyes and cuddling up closer to me.

I smile tiredly and drift off to sleep.

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I wake up sprawled out in the middle of the bed with the duvet in a ball at my feet. I groan, realizing Michael is no longer in bed.

I decided after a couple of minutes to go see what he is up to.

"Mikey? What are you doing babe?" I ask, wandering into the kitchen where Michael stands in front of the stove. He appears to be making some sort of eggs.

"Making breakfast! Now go back to bed." He says, not bothering to stop what he is doing. I stand there, confused, and peek around his shoulder.

"Back to bed? Why?" I say, leaning on the counter.

"Because! I'm making you breakfast in bed, and that requires you to be in bed." Michael says, turning to face me. I smile, and slowly head back towards the bedroom.

When he turns back around, I grab a handful of shredded cheese from the bowl next to the sink and drop it down his shirt. He gasps and turns around, arching his back and shaking his shirt to try and get rid if the cheese.

I laugh at the sight of Michael dancing weirdly to try and get the cheese out of his shirt.

"Good one, but I'm going to get you back for that, you know." Michael says, backing me up into the counter. He places his hands on the edge of the sink on either side of me. He looks down at me with a playful smirk, and just when I think he is going to kiss me, he grabs the whole bowl of cheese from behind me and dumps it on my head. I gasp dramatically as Michael backs away laughing.

I shake most of the cheese off my head before running to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of grapes. When Michael sees me do this, he grabs a bag of bagels.

"It's on, Clifford." I say, firing a few grapes at his head. He dodges one, but the other hits his chest, leaving a dark spot on his shirt. He throws a few pieces of bagel, but they don't really do anything, so he runs over to me, and grabs a bottle of ketchup of the table. He aims it at me, opening the lid.

"You wouldn't..." I say, taking the mustard. He just approaches me with a wry smile. I hold up the mustard in defense.

He comes closer, until our foreheads touch. After a moment of silence, Michael touches my nose with his finger, which is drenched in ketchup.

"I. just. did." Michael says proudly, before I squirt his face in mustard, getting my revenge.

We chase each other around the kitchen for about ten more minutes, squirting ketchup and mustard until the bottles run low. I corner Michael by the door for the last squirt. He puts his hands up in surrender.

"Alright. I surrender, hit me." He says, and I raise the mustard bottle, taking my aim. Just as I am about to squeeze it, the door opens. Michael moves my arm at the last second, causing me to squirt mustard all over Luke's face, who is standing impatiently at the door.

"Oops." I say with a giggle as Luke wipes the mustard off his cheek. Michael just cracks up as Luke rolls his eyes.

Luke walks slowly into the kitchen, seeing the complete mess he had made of it.

"What in the hell did you guys do to the kitchen?!"