somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 17

We arrived at the club at around 7:00 and the entire dance floor was packed.

"Woah, I guess we weren't the only ones bored and looking for some fun on a Saturday night," Calum chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. There is no way anyone else is going to fit on that dance floor, it looks like there are at least 400 people in that tiny space and I didn't even think that was possible.

"We'll just wait at the bar for some people to leave. Besides, I want to get drunk out of my mind so the bar is an appropriate place to be," Ashton chuckles, walking towards the bar.

"Hey," Michael says into my ear.

"Hi," I giggle, leaning into his side.

"Do you want a drink?" He yells, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Alright," I reply, sliding my arm around his waist. He holds up his fingers at the bartender, showing him what he wants. The bartender just nods, and proceeds making the drinks.

"See, I told you people would leave!" Ashton yells, high fiving himself. I just laugh, shaking my head.

"Come on, let's dance!" He yells, dragging Michael and Luke onto the dance floor, knowing that Michael was holding me tightly to his waist and Luke was holding Rachel's hand.

We reached the dance floor, immediately being pushed and shoved around by the people surrounding us. I grabbed Michael's hand, not wanting to get lost in the crowd. We all stuck together, not wanting to be left alone.

"You're so beautiful," Michael whispers loud enough for me to hear, leaning in.

"Wow," I laugh, leaning in as well. His lips touch mine, softly at first, as he wraps his arms tightly around my waist, pulling my closer to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, grinding him slightly causing him to moan in the back of his throat. I tilt my head to the side, deepening the kiss, running my hands through his hair. He cups my face in his hands, keeping me still so his tongue can roam freely in my mouth.

I pull away, looking around and realising that the others had drifted away from us. I sigh, pressing my forehead to his.

"We should find the others," I say, grabbing Michael's hand and dragging him through the crowd. "Hey, over there! Look!" I say, pointing to the corner of the room where Rachel and Luke were having a heated make-out session.

"There it is," He laughs, shaking his head and walking over to them.

"Just leave them," I giggle, pulling him away from them and over to a little booth.

"Remember when we met here?" I ask, sitting down and cuddling into Michael's side.

"Yeah, I remember. I remember very clearly thinking that I had to have you or I'd die," He says, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a wet kiss on my temple. "And now I do."

"You've never told me that before," I say, squeezing his hands that were sitting on my lap.

"Yeah because it makes me seem less punk rock. You know, to think mushy shit like that," He laughs.

"Punk rock? You? Michael, I have seen you squeal walking past a puppy telling me how adorable it was, and then you ran over and hugged it," I laugh, watching him become mortified.

"It was like a little fluff ball, come on you can't use that against me," He laughs, shaking his head.

"Well I just did. The only thing punk rock about you is your hair." I laugh, ruffling it slightly.

"Leave me alone," He sulks, trying to flatten it out again. I just laugh standing up.

"Want to get plastered with me?" I ask with a smirk.