Boys of Apartment 5

Chapter 68

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

"I've got Lucy and Delilah asleep in their room, any luck with Winnie?" I ask Michael as I sit down next to him on the couch. He has Winnie in his arms, gently rocking her back and forth. She is still awake, but no longer crying.

"Sort of." He says, not taking his eyes of her. I smile to myself.

"You're doing so well!" I say, kissing him on the cheek before taking my phone out to take a picture. I scoot over to get a better angle, holding my phone up. He realizes what I am doing, and grins goofily just in time for me to take a picture. I giggle and take note to put that on twitter later.

Aubry and Calum come in, holding Flynn and Holden, who are a bit fussy.

"Trade?" Calum asks, giving me Holden, who immediately grabs ahold of my shirt.

Aubry takes Winnie and Michael stands up, rocking Flynn in his arms. Aubry and Calum go back to Winnie's room to try and put her asleep.

I plop back down on the couch next to Michael who has calmed Flynn down already. He lays Flynn down on his chest like I taught him, and I'm pretty sure he is asleep. All of the sudden, Michael yelps in pain, trying to pry Flynn off of him, who has a fistful of his hair. I giggle, remembering how sensitive Michael's head is.

Once he gets Flynn to let go, he sets him in his lap, out of reach, and rubs the back of his neck.

"That kid's got some grip." He says, propping Flynn up on his lap.

Just then, Ashton, Brooke, Taylor, and Luke come through the door.

"Hey, how was it?" I ask Brooke, who immediately sits next to me, taking Winnie.

"Really fun, thanks for watching the kids." She says, gesturing to Winnie.

"It's no problem, I had fun!"

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

"How about we go to the club tonight? Haven't been in a while." Michael asks, ending his video game.

"You know I don't like those." I complain.

"Please? For me?" Michael pleads, and I decide it would be okay tonight.

"Fine, but just for a little bit." I reply, and Michael's face instantly lights up.

"Really? Aw, you're the best!" He says, jumping up from his chair and practically on my lap.

"Just for a little bit." I say again, making sure he knows. He nods reluctantly.

"And, don't get too drunk, alright?" I say, and he chuckles.

"Everything will be fine, I promise." He says before kissing me and running off to get changed.

I am a bit surprised as we walk through the glowing double doors, entering the club. The place was pretty classy, compared to other places I've been that resembled to the inside of a trash can. I shudder at the thought.

Michael leads me straight to the bar, with a tight grip on my hand. He orders a beer, and looks at me.

"You want anything?" He asks, leaning on the counter.

"No, I'm fine." I say, forcing a small smile. Honestly, I wasn't at all in the mood to be here, but Michael hasn't caught much of a break, so I figured I could survive.

"Really? C'mon, I know you want something." Michael says, taking a sip of his beer.

"I'm not really a drinker." I lie, but Michael doesn't seen to buy it. He just rolls his eyes.

"Well I know you can dance." He says, moving closer to me. I giggle, an shake my head.

Ignoring my conplaints, Michael grabs my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

It's been 2 hours, and Michael has had one too many drinks, so I think it's time to leave. I finally spot him in the crowd, and grab his wrist.

"Hey babe! They're just starting karaoke!" He slurs, turning around. Before I can say anything else, I loose my grip on his wrist an he is lost in the crowd. I sigh, heading his direction.

All of the sudden, an all too familiar voice comes over the club from a microphone.

"I'll sing that one, yeah!" I look over to the podium where there karaoke stand is. And behind the podium, stands Michael, microphone in hand.

"Oh no." I mutter under my breath, making my way to the podium. I already know he is going to do something embarrassing.

"This one is dedicated to my girl, Nicole! Come on up babe I know you can sing!" He says, spotting me behind him. The song starts, it's 'Marry Me' by Jason DeRulo. Oh god.

"Michael stop we need to go." I yell up at him, but he doesn't seem to notice. He pulls me up onto the podium beside him.

"105 is the number that comes to my head, when I think of all the years I wanna be with you." Michael sings to me, wrapping his free hand around my waist.

"Please Michael we have to go." I say, just loud enough for him to hear. He just keeps singing.

"But one day, I won't be able to ask you loud enough," I don't think it could get any worse until he gets down on one knee.

"Michael..." I say, nervously looking around the club. Everyone was staring at us in almost complete silence. Michael grabs my hands.

"I'll say, will you marry me?" He sings, and everyone in the crowd goes 'aw'. Regardless, I don't think it is at all in any way cute. I want to melt into the floor in embarrassment. The song stops, and Michael looks up at me hopefully.

I grab his wrist and pull him off the podium, almost faceplanting. I lead him straight to the door where some guy yells: 'get some!' Michael just laughs and high fives the guy.

We finally get to the car, and it takes me a bit to get him in, but we are on the road soon.

"I wanted to drive!" Michael slurs, and I roll my eyes.

"I don't think that would be a good idea." I say, and that quiets him for a bit.

"That was fun!" He says excitedly.

"That was embarrassing." I reply, not taking my eyes of the road.

"Aw, babe I'm sorry." Michael says, making a pouty face and leaning closer to me. I know he doesn't mean it, and I just sigh, pulling up to our building.

Once we are back in our apartment, it's 10:30. Taylor and Luke are watching TV on the couch when we come in, both raising their eyebrows at Michael, who can barely stand. I just lead Michael into our room. He shuts the door behind him and walks up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him.

I turn around, and sigh, trying to free myself. He only holds me tighter.

"You need to get some sleep." I say, gesturing to the bed behind us. He doesn't say anything, but starts to kiss down my neck. He pulls at the hem of my shirt, lifting it up a bit.

"Michael, not now. You need to go to sleep." I say, pushing him away a bit. He lips linger above mine, and I can smell the beer in his breath. He tries to kiss me, but I pull away and point to the bed.

"Sleep." I say simply, and he grumbles, getting in bed, not bothering to change his clothes.

"Goodnight Nicole." He mumbles from under the covers.

"Goodnight Michael." I reply, turning out the lights. I am almost out the door when he speaks again.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite!" He says, and I giggle, closing the door.