Diana: 4 months in the UK

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Song of the chapter: Holding You (Acoustic) by Ginny Blackmore and Stan Walker

Calum's eyes expand rapidly then change to an aggressive kind of vibe. "HELL NO!" He yells. 

"Shut up, Calum. You're drunk." Luke mumbles loudly. Calum walks up and storms out of the circle, making us question his awkward behaviour. 

"Well are you going to do it?" This was directed to me from Luke who has his arm wrapped around Bryar. Her facial expression reads pleasant but her eyes shine "

I walk on my knees to Michael. He is seated directly opposite me so it isn't too far. Even though my drunken self is telling me to throw myself at him, my girl emotions are taking over. Nervous, scared and flushed. I reach Michael who smiles at me. I don't know what to do so I kneel in front of him without saying a word like him. 

"Kiss. Kiss. Kiss." The chanting begins with Luke and Ashton. They slam their hands against the ground, creating a beat. Ashton taps in time and adds another rhythm that is slow and upbeat. Soon everyone around us catches on and nearly the whole population of the party are involved. Michael looks at me with a unsure look but I nod to reassure him that it's okay. Here goes nothing or something. 

Michael's lips bombard into mine. His lips are soft and moist. What am I supposed to do? I haven't kissed someone in so long. What if I'm not doing it right? Insane questions like these revolve inside my head but thankfully the moment isn't ruined when my drunken self pushes them far away.

{ michael }

I have wanted this so bad since I first met her. She is perfect and is the only girl who doesn't steer away from me when I talk to her. There was no better way to show her that. Her lips against mine are the best feeling in the world. My heart is racing so fast that it might pop out of my chest. 

Her hands just touched my face. I shiver and get lost in her touch. I guide my hands down to her back and pull her closer to me. She gracefully responds to my touch and moves closer so our chests touch. Her heart is beating as fast as mine. No way am I letting her slip through my fingers and into Calum's welcoming arms. 

{ diana }

I move my lips in time with Michaels where he varies the pressure. I feel my body ignite with fire and lust as we deepen the kiss. I hear cheers and hooting in the background. I almost tell them to shut up but I am too into this kiss. It feels so right yet so wrong in so many ways. My hands move from his face to his dyed hair. I run my fingers through it a few times before I feel Michael's face pulled away from mine. 

Are you serious? I look up abruptly to see that Calum has not only returned but came back for Michael. His face is filled with rage and anger as he throws punches at Michael's face. Michael obviously not expecting this like me takes the punches hard. Everyone is crowding them, pulling out their phones to video it but not to stop it. Being drunk and pissed off isn't a great mix so I walk up to them both and start yelling at Calum. 

"Calum! Stop!!" I scream. The punches and violence brings me back to when they first fought when we arrived at Niall's. Calum ignores my pleas and continues to beat Michael. I can't bear the thought of Michael being hurt. I think the kiss made me more attached to him which was only a few minutes ago. I give Luke and Ashton a "Do something" look but remember that they're beyond sober. So I take matters into my own hands. 

I close my eyes and break between Calum and Michael. I get shoved and pushed but it seems to keep Calum off Michael. Niall appears out of nowhere and drags Calum away. Everyone still crowds in a never-ending circle around a bloody Michael and I. 

"You can go now." I am pissed off with everyone watching the fight. I am pissed off about how no one wanted to save Michael. I am pissed off because Calum yet again attacked Michael. This is worse than PMS. Slowly everyone disintegrates back to their areas and the music is back on. I turn to Michael who is lying on the floor. 

"Hey. Come on, let’s get you up." His eyes open. His face is splashed with dried blood and large lumps around his eye sockets. I help him up carefully, slinging my arm around his back for support even though I am nearly half his height. I feel most of his weight slumped against me, I nearly collapse because it is too much but I push forward to the bathroom where I intend to clean him up. 

The bathroom door is closed when we arrive. I hear a familiar laughter as I bang heavily on the door. It is Ashton's. 

"Ashton, please open the door. Michael and I need to use it." I hear Shaye laugh like Ashton. Those two are probably having a root or something. 

"Look if you don't get out now, I will walk in regardless of the fact of either of you two naked." I am once again pissed off. Since when did I get so annoyed so easily? I hear shuffling and footsteps before Ashton and Shaye open the door. Yeah, definitely just had sex. 

"Thank god." I sigh. 

"Come on Dee, you ruined all the fun. You owe me." Ashton pouts. His pupils are diluted while hers are covering her iris. 

"Yeah, whatever." I pull Michael into the bathroom and seat him on the floor. I shut the door before anyone can have the opportunity to piss me off even more. Michael clutches his face and I feel sorry for him. He didn't do anything wrong and he doesn't deserve this constant violence from Calum. I'll have to yet again have a word with Calum. 

I grab a flannel from the cupboard and run the hot water under it. I look back to see Michael fading in and out of consciousness. Deciding that the water is warm enough, I kneel in front of Michael and dab it carefully on his hurt areas. He makes no sudden movement until I reach his jaw where Calum punched it a week or so ago. 

"I'm sorry." I move the flannel to his cheeks that are cut up but seem to be healing well. 

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You intervened and now you're fixing me up." He smiles but then winces in pain. I feel a bit flustered from the compliment and continue to wipe away the blood. I rinse and repeat with his lower face. 

"Why didn't you fight back?" I ask. He doesn't answer straight away. Instead he looks down, restraining me from being able to clean his chin and lip. 

"Because I deserved it" He says, quietly. Instead of asking why I leave it. It doesn't seem like a topic that would come up in casual conversation, especially since we kissed. Once I am finished, I see a bruised and broken Michael before myself. I rinse away the remaining splotches of blood. I place the flannel back on the bench to Michael who grabs it. 

"What are you doing?" I raise my eyebrows. 

"You've got a little cut on your forehead. Guess you were too self-less to notice." I move to the mirror. A small cut covers my forehead as he said. I wonder how that got there. 

"Oh, well I can do it myself. You don't have to do it." I reach to take it but Michael moves it further away. 

"No, it's the least I can do." He brings the flannel into contact with my forehead. The flannel is warm like my skin which is burning. I can't even feel the pain of my cut which is good. Michael glues his eyes to my forehead; I take the opportunity to notice the small features of his face. His green eyes are sparkling brighter than ever in the bathroom light. They remind me of an 4 leaf clover. He notices me noticing him and looks into my eyes. 

"What is it?" He smiles even though he is in pain. I don't reply because I am analysing his features over again. His face now more serious and mature. We stay silent but our eyes say something else. Michael drops the cloth back on the bench, keeping his gaze on mine not daring to break away. I feel a pull towards him that is indescribable. I don't notice how close we are until I feel him exhale onto my skin that sends Goosebumps down my arms. I move my hands carefully to join with his. I didn't even think about it which is the weird thing. My fingers brush up against his, he takes the hint and intertwines them. More silence meets my ears. It's painful and excruciating but it feels so good. 

I move forward slowly, once again closing the air between us, only this time it means something more. I move again, our hands still connected and my eyes never leaving those raw eyes that continue to look into my soul. One more step and I am nearly pressed against him vertically. I close my eyes and take in what is happening. This has turned into more than spin the bottle or a one night stand in a matter of minutes. I feel like my body aches for someone like him. Someone that doesn't fit in anywhere, someone that could I could be stupid with and wouldn't care, someone that could potentially care about me. 

He looks down on me so our foreheads collide gracefully. My eyes still closed because it feels too surreal. He moves his thumb in circles on my palm. It's soft and soothing but my body is screaming with too many emotions. He moves his head lower, inching his lips closer to mine. As much as I want to crash my lips into his, I want to savour the moment. I want to remember this. Every time he lowers his head, he exhales heavily. My heart accelerates a bit too fast. I feel my heart stop when his lips are opposite mine. Our noses rub against each other's softly; I release my grip from his hands and travel them up his body. My fingertips skim over his chest, his breath is slow and rough. They end at his neck. But it doesn't end there. 

He moves his hand from his sides and places them on my lower hips. I feel glad now that I wear shorts because if I had been wearing a dress, I wouldn't be so confident with him. His thumb moves back and forth against my hip. I raise my head so that our lips touch but not to the extend where we kiss. I swear my heart is going to explode if we continue. His eyes close and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I let out a small exhale. He leans in closer, bringing his lips onto mine. It's not forced like before, more control is involved. It's soft and sweet but I crave more. 

He pulls me in closer, still controlling the speed of the kiss which I am happy to allow him to. His lips yet again are moist but are sprinkled with a bit of salt from his blood. It tastes amazing. It soon turns into open mouth kissing but without any tongues. I love how he is waiting for me to make the next move so I do. I deepen the kiss by sliding my tongue into his mouth. We are now closer than ever. His tongue meets mine. He doesn't shove it down my throat and choke me to death. His strokes are slow and small. My stomach feels like it's been shoved with butterflies that will never escape. The feeling gets me on another level of high. He groans softly which makes me go crazy, making me want him even more. Both his hands surround my sides, making me feel secure and safe. 

He picks me up so I am straddling him. He walks over to the bathroom sink, still kissing me with all he has. I am placed abruptly onto the bench top where Michael stands in between. I move my hands to his hair and run them through effortlessly, getting a restrained sigh from Michael. His kiss is more hungry and fierce now. My heart beat throbbing like a 9.0 magnitude earthquake. We are interrupted by a knock on the door. We pull our lips away but remain our bodies in their places. 

"Look if you don't get out now, I will walk in regardless of the fact of either of you two naked." Ashton mimics my voice from before. I laugh. He must be sobered up to remember something like that. 

"We'll be out soon." Michael yells. 

"You better be, we're leaving in 5 so move." And with that, I hear Ashton's heavy footsteps leave. Michael and I remain silent, recapping on what just happened. We came into the bathroom for one purpose: to clean up Michael which soon turned into him cleaning me up and then our moment. 

"I guess we should go." I say, keeping my gaze on his dilated pupils. 

"Wait." He stops me before I can jump down from the bench. His hand is on my knee. "I need to ask you something." His eyes are serious, the lust has long gone. 

"Diana, it would be an honour to be your boyfriend so would you like to be my girlfriend." I think about it for a bit. Michael and I are both outcasts, we like the same bands, we connect on a different level and we have some sort of spark that I can't see fading. I lean in to give him one more peck on the lips. It is so soft and smooth. 

"Yes, I will be your girlfriend Michael Clifford." The way his eyes light up is as if he had won the lottery. He grins from ear to ear and hugs me so tightly I can't breathe. 

"I'm walking in there in approximately 10 seconds." Ashton yells. He begins to count down from 10 but Michael and I make it out before he can reach 9. 

MIANA FEELS RN. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LONG THIS TOOK ALL AFTERNOON ARGH. LOVE YA RASCALS FOR 1K -A