sing with me || mgc

twelve

chapter twelve:-

stella's pov:-

i woke up, groaning. i had the worst headache ever. i stood up and walked out of the room. emily and the guys were all sitting on the floor and watching a movie.

"hey stella!" emily smiled at me.

"how long was i asleep?" i asked.

"just an hour," she answered, turning back to the tv.

michael stood up and walked to me.

"you okay?" he asked.

"yeah." i smiled at him.

he pulled me into his bedroom and closed the door.

"what?" i asked him.

"stella, i'm so sorry. please don't be mad at me," he begged, placing his hands on my shoulder.

"i'm not." i giggled. "the guys explained to me what happened."

"so you and i are okay now?" he smiled.

"yeah, we're okay."

"finally!" he yelled and pulled me into a hug.

i laughed, hugging him back.

"do you still want to go out?" he asked me. "it's still 7 pm, we were just waiting for you to wake up."

"umm, sure," i mumbled. "but i can't go to an expensive restaurant wearing a hoodie."

"we can take you home to change."

"okay."

he opened the door and we walked out of the room. everyone was staring at us and grinning.

"what?" i asked.

"he didn't tell you!?" luke exclaimed.

"tell me what?" i looked at michael.

"later," he answered glaring at luke. "you'll find out today, not now though."

"is this the same thing you wanted to tell me when we were at the beach?"

"yeah.."

"you're an idiot!" ashton yelled.

"shut up," michael groaned. "now go and get dressed because we're still going out."

they all stood up and walked into their bedrooms except for emily, she was still sitting on the floor tapping on her phone.

"hey em." i sat down next to her.

"hi, how are you feeling?" she smiled.

"i'm okay, really," i answered.

••••••

i never wore a dress outside, so right now, i felt so uncomfortable. i was wearing a black dress that was right above my knee.

"stop worrying, you look amazing!" emily whispered in my ear.

we were sitting in the car, on our way to the restaurant. i didn't want anyone to know that i felt uncomfortable.

ashton was driving, calum was in the passenger seat while emily, michael, luke and i were squeezed together in the backseat.

"are we almost there? i can't breathe," i chocked.

"five more minutes!" ashton yelled.

"you've been saying that for the past 15 minutes!" i yelled back.