imessage | m.c

Chapter 11

"michael, about earlier..--" he shook his head, "oh uhm nah it was heat of the moment." he said. i think i just broke. my eyes got cloudy, and i started to shake. "oh, uhm, n-nevermind." i say, my voice breaking. i had never cried over a boy before. and here i was, about to cry over a boy. "coll?" he raised his eyebrow. "fuck off michael!" i yelled, causing his eyes to widen, "you tell me you love me, pull me into the best fucking kiss known to earth, and as i come to realisation that i do truly fucking love you, you tell me it was 'heat of the moment' you are a fucking cunt." my blood was boiling. i think im on my period, i want chocolate, "2 seconds." i say, rushing out of the room, into the bathroom. "fuck." i mutter. "miKE YOU CUBT" he came to the door, "i dont fucking care but i jave blood gushing out of my vagina and i dont have fucking tampons, go to the fucking shop and buy me some. and get me so fucking chocolate, cunt." ((this is me atm omg)) he slowly nodded his head and left.

30 minutes later ((lobg time))

finally, the front door! i heard michaels small grunts from the bottom of the stairs, he was trying to take off his shoes. he finally took off his shoes and waddled upstairs, he knocked on the door and yelled something at me - i wasnt listening. i pulled up my trousers and opened the door, "thankyou." i smile and close the door. i sort myself out and stumble back to mikes messy room, i plant myself on his bed and open my mouth to talk. "micha--" he stopped me and edged closer to me. our foreheads were touching and i coulf feel his hot breath on me. he eyes were filled with love and passion. he was being hot, and i was probably sweating, really red and was about to fart. what the fuck is this boy doing. "are you on your period too mike?" i blurt out. he looked at me, perplexed to my sudden question, pulling away from me. "no, im a fucking man." he laughs. "nah, you keep changing your mind and shit like; 'oo cute sweet kiss, oh it meant shit, hey lets make oup bby'" he looked at me, "did you not listen to me? what i said this morning? when i confessed my feelings. coll, earlier, i got nervous. i get it - im nothing. but cal is. luke is. you even said you wanted to fuck ashton." i looked at him, "how do you know i said that? did luke tell you? or did you eavesdrop? or are you a mind reader? but anyway - i was joking, and i wasnt talking about luke nor calum, i was tal--" i was stopped by his lips crashing into mine. this kiss wasnt like this mornings, it was rough but had lots of passion within it ; it lit the spark we had - i felt electricity. i didnt hesitate to kiss back, it felt right. it was right, right? i wrapped my arms around his neck, and his arms snaked around my waist, pushing me to the end of the bed - i needed air, so i pulled away, breathing in a bit before kissing him again, it was getting more heated, and as things got hot, the door opened and i heard a gasp..