Roadtrip Oneshots

Bikey, Cuddles

Brooklyn

There was nothing in the world that calmed me more than Mikey's arms wrapped securely around my body.

Whether it be from falling asleep in them the night before, or spending the day wrapped in them... They still made me feel loved. Especially when he nuzzled his face into my neck, making me giggle from the sensation. Those quickly turned into tickle fights, which turned out to be an even match because we're both as ticklish as each other.
We end up laying there, gasping for breath, red in the face, staring into eachothers eyes.

Until either of us moves in for a gentle kiss.
Then sweet nothings are whispered until one of us falls asleep.

And then the cycle begins all over again.

I would usually be the one to wake Mikey up, softly, pressing feather-light kisses to his cheeks until he groaned, his eyes blinking slowly open as he saw who it was. He would smile lazily and we'd share a sloppy kiss, before he would turn over and try to go back to sleep.

I would then begin tracing circles on his forearms, and nuzzling my face into his back for a few minutes before he properly woke up.

His eyes always seemed more alert the second time, the foggyness having dissipated, and he would yawn.

"Morning." I would whisper, clutching his hand tightly in my own.

"Sleep well?" Was always Mikey's question. He'd literally do anything to make me sleep.

I nodded, placing my lips on his forehead.

"We've got a busy day today." I would say as I pulled away in an attempt to get up, but he would wrap his arms around my waist and pull me back down. I would laugh, and he would press his face into my back, and I could feel his smile grow.

"I love you." He'd say softly, and I would feel my cheeks blush.

"Love you too Mikey."

We would close our eyes then, and I would turn to bury my face in his chest.

Then Jack would barge in.

"As much as I love watching you cuddle, we've got a lot to do today, so get up or I'll send Rye in... you know how that goes." He demanded, deciding to warn us today. Usually he wouldn't warn us that he would send Rye in.

Rye was creative. He'd do something different everytime.
The first time he just jumped on top of his, wriggling until I fell from the bed with a glare, rubbing my elbow.
The second time he slapped us with Jack's pillows that were on his bed until Mikey leapt out of bed and tackled him to the floor in a mock blind rage.
The third time he decided to cook breakfast. Once I'd smelt the bacon I'd gotten up straight away and made a beeline for the kitchen.
The fourth time he went out to buy water guns, and when he came back he squirted us until we stood up.

So yeah, now whenever Jack left us with that threat we would get up straight away, much to Rye's disappointment. He was the one who asked Jack to not warn us that he would wake us up.

Then it was a long day of filming and recording.

On the drive to each location Mikey would fall asleep on my shoulder, making the boys "Awwww" and "what a cutie".

I'd ask them to quieten down a bit, because I could feel Mikey stirring slightly.

"Shhh baby, go back to sleep." He would mumble something incomprehensible before nuzzling in further. I'd wrap my arm around his shoulders and press a kiss to his temple.

During filming, we would sneak glances at eachother, we'd make eachother laugh, and try not to distract each other... but that goes well.

In the studio. We would curl up together and watch something on my phone while waiting for the other boys to finish, Mikey always making sure that I was firmly in his grasp, but comfortable.

Then we would go back to the flat.
We took turns having a shower, me ending up waiting on the couch in the 'Mindy Room', having a conversation with Andy about anything and everything. Then Mikey would surprise me from behind and wrap his arms around my neck, making Andy laugh at my startled expression.

Once I relaxed I beckoned him to sit beside me, laying my head on his shoulder as we cuddled, Andy setting up his laptop for all five of us to watch a film, still waiting for Rye and Jack to finish showering and changing.

I would fall asleep halfway through, sighing softly as Mikey continued to trace shapes all over my arms.

Once the movie ended Mikey would carry me the few steps to his bed and gently lay me down. He would then clean up slightly before crawling in behind him.

"I love you." He'd whisper into my ear as he fell asleep.
I never replied though, because by this point I was fast asleep.

But every morning I'd wake up in his arms.
And it's the best feeling in the world.

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Anyway, thankyou for reading as always.

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