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Michael bangs on the door obnoxiously for the tenth time in the last two minutes. He almost falls over when the door swings open suddenly, a very tired and annoyed Eleanor Clifford on the other side. "What could you possibly want at," she pauses and looks at her phone, "seven thirty in the fucking morning Michael?" Aside from her seemingly mad persona she opens the door wider allowing Michael to step into her spacious home.
Eleanor Rose Clifford is the oldest of the Clifford siblings, she lives an hour away from Michael in a spacious five bedroom home with her husband James and four kids: Stella, Ryan, Dillon and Jade. At thirty-six years old she is a decade older than Michael but that doesn't mean they aren't extremely close. Being the youngest child (and only boy) in the Clifford house was always hard but Eleanor and Michael have always been best friends.
That is why he is standing outside her door at seven thirty a.m. on a Saturday in October, wearing a large black hoodie and plaid pajama pants.
Eleanor lets Michael in, motioning for him to join her in the kitchen. She pours two cups of coffee, handing one to her baby brother before taking a seat at her spacious dinner table. "So, are you going to tell me why the hell you are in my house right now or are you just going to continue to use me for the free coffee?" She asks, smirking. Michael chuckles, looking down into the mug.
"I found Luke." He talks so quietly, El barely hears him.
"Luke? As in your baby daddy Luke?" Michael nods his head, looking back up at his sister. They always looked similar growing up and now at twenty-five and thirty-six they still do. El's blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, messy baby hairs sticking up in the front. Her green eyes are hidden behind her thick-framed glasses, but Mike knows they are identical to his. Eleanor is even wearing plaid pajama pants almost exactly the same as his. "Whoa Mike, that's awesome! What is he doing, how did you find him? Does he know about the kids?"
"I didn't actually see him in person El, I was watching the music video channel last week you know?" She nods her head at him, knowing all about his weekly laundry folding adventures. "I heard this song I didn't know and looked up and he was on the fucking T.V all blonde and beautiful and I literally almost died right there!"
"Wait, so little Luke actually did make it big? I always knew he could do it! Michael, we have to track him down so you guys can fall deeply in love again!" The siblings laugh at how excited Eleanor seems to be.
"That's actually why I'm here, I need your daughters help." As if on cue, Eleanor's eldest daughter walked into the kitchen, stopping abruptly at the sight of her uncle in the middle of the kitchen. "Oh my god Uncle Mike! When did you get here?" She sprints into his arms, hugging his shoulders tightly. Stella looks just like her father, dark brown curls fall down her back and her hazel eyes seem to glow against her tanned skin.
"Stella! Just the woman I was looking for, I need your help." Michael looks at his niece with hopeful eyes, screaming with delight when she agrees to help him. He pulls out his cell phone and hands it to the fourteen year old. "I need help trying to find someone famous, how do I stalk people?"
Michael knows Stella will have some idea on how to do this, she is obsessed with every band on earth and has met many of them, he knows she is good at tracking them down. Her face lights up when Michael tells her whom he is searching for. "Luke Hemmings? Really, he is one of my favorite artists right now! Why do you want to know where he is?" Confusion is laced into her voice as she wonders why her uncle would want to know where some pop singer is.
Michael doesn't know exactly the best way to explain to his niece that her favorite singer is also the father of his children. "He's um, well, uh, we dated back in high school. I, um, he is the girl's other, um, dad." Michael and Eleanor have never seen someone's mouth open so wide. Stella nearly passed out at the sentence that just came from her uncle's mouth, "Luke Hemmings is your Luke? Oh my god this is so cool I've basically touched Luke Hemmings, my cousins are half of him this is so fucking cool!"
"Stella Maye language please!" After uttering a small apology to her mother, the excited teenager turns back to Michael. "I can help you find him I'm sure, at least get you following him on social media or something so you can see what he's up to."
Michael knows he should know what Twitter and Instagram are, he's only twenty-five years old and he works for one of the biggest online stores in the world, but he's never gotten around to learning about social media. He feels like a forty-year-old mother trying to figure out her kids cell phone. After what feels like hours Michael leaves his sisters house, three new social media accounts on his cell phone.
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That night, after helping the girls with their science fair projects, feeding them dinner, helping them shower and putting them to bed Michael flops down onto his queen size bed. He takes his cell phone out of his back pocket and clicks on the Instagram icon. He takes a look at his profile: michaelgc and giggles at the bio Stella set for him, "I'm old and don't know how to do this." He clicks on the camera icon and scrolls through his photos, trying to find a good one to post.
Finally he finds a picture of him and Shiloh sitting on the floor, Michael's electric guitar in her small hands as he taught her to play. He captions the photo with a bunch of hearts and posts it. The father feels accomplished with his first social media post. He remembers Stella showing him how to look up people by hitting the little magnifying glass. His heart races for some unknown reason as he types in the familiar name to the search bar, Luke Hemmings. A billion results pop up, but Michael decides to click the top one that has the most followers, assuming that this was his real account.
Luke has tons of pictures that seem to date back years and Michael wonders why he hasn't heard about Luke before, from the looks of his account he is very successful. Luke has over a million followers, and laying there in bed, listening to his girls laughing quietly in their bedroom across the hall, Michael becomes another one.
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Hope you enjoy! Xoxo, Lia
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many beautiful things - muke au
Fanfiction"I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time, that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes." or Michael and Luke just need to find each other. parent!michael m!preg boyxboy famous!luke
