Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 2

I couldn't help but groan as the sunlight hit my eyes. I had to forget to take the curtains down yesterday, so the lights were too bright. I yawn and sit up, seeing that it was around 7:30 am. I had an appointment for a haircut at 10. I sit up, dragging myself towards the bathroom. I start filling the tub, before I find some clothes, yawning every few seconds. The best thing in the morning where I'm tired is seriously this luxurious Jacuzzi bathtub. That was something I quickly got used to after I moved here.

Stripping off my clothes, I feel the water with my foot, before I let myself fall down in the tub, breathing out heavily, as my body just starts relaxing. I plug my phone to the stereo, Ed Sheeran playing. I lean back, relaxing for a while, before I shave my armpits and my legs, well, pretty much what I always shave. I look at the clock, deciding it would be good if I maybe went up from the tub now. I comb my hair out, quickly taking the clothes I laid out on, before leaving.

I arrived just in time; I had taken my time with that bath, no doubt about that. I got a haircut pretty often, so all the workers politely greeted me by name. I went over to Sarah, who was my usual hair dresser, though right now she had another costumer. "Eleanor!" she exclaimed when she saw me. "I'll be right there, I just have to finish this guy," she told me, making me look at the guy as I raised an eyebrow. He honestly looked a bit like a freak, if you ask me. He was getting the tips of his hair dyed, I could see that. As he looks up at me, I see his eyes widening a bit, his jaw slightly falling.

"Yeah, take a picture, it lasts longer," I snap, his eyes still on me, just this time he looks in my eyes, and not checking me out. "And there's plenty of those," I say, loud enough for him to hear, making him tip his head a bit in confusion.

"Huh?" he just spoke, making me roll my eyes. "Am I supposed to know you?" he then asks, his cheeks turning slightly red. I roll my eyes, I was in no mood for this. Not that I was offended by the fact that he didn't know I was a VS Angel, he just quickly got on my nerves. Though he had the cutest Australian accent, but I'm not gonna stand here and daydream about that.

"I think your hair is ready now," Sarah spoke, removing some things from his hair.

"Sweet," he spoke as she removed it, his eyes then looking at me, before back to the mirror, where he studied the purple tips of his hair. "It used to be red for about a month," he told me, studying it even more in the mirror.

"A month? Why don't you wait longer with dying it again?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, leaning my weight on the other leg.

"Because that's what I'm known for," he says, laughing a bit as he stands up. We were almost the same height, he was just a bit taller than me. "Y'know, besides my band," he speaks, smiling a bit at me.

"Your band? You're known for your band?" I question, letting out a snort, him furrowing his eyebrows a bit, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at me confused.

"Y-yeah, we're pretty famous," he says, still looking at me like I was some sort of freak. Hey, you're the one who dyes your hair every month. "5 Seconds Of Summer." I roll my eyes, that is like the stupidest name I've ever heard in my life, who calls themselves 5 Seconds Of Summer?

"5 Seconds Of Summer? You've got to be joking, why do anyone want to name themselves that?" He looks at me for a few seconds, shrugging

"Why do people call themselves All Time Low? Or Green Day? Blink 182?" I roll my eyes, at least he did have a taste in music, I'd thought it was way worse.

"I'm Michael, by the way," he says, holding out his hand.

"I'm busy," I say, stepping beside him, sitting down on the chair. I see him look a bit at me from the mirror, but I just decide on ignoring it. He just seemed a bit arrogant or something that went on my nerves nonetheless. That wasn't a very good thing about me, once I got a bad impression of someone, I could be a bit of a bitch.