Michelle || clifford

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the sun was setting in paris as the four boys walked with hunched shoulders and hoodies that covered their faces. sure they liked making music and bringing smiles to their fans' faces, but sometimes they just wanted to go out to starbucks and not be mobbed by screaming girls.

that was unfortunately not going to happen unless they did it undercover.

trying to avoid their mass of fans gathered at the entrance of the hotel, calum looked at his phone, opening up a map. "it says here that if we cut straight through the park, and then a couple of alleyways, we'll be right at the back doors of the hotel. then we can sneak in and avoid being mobbed."

"maybe if we just say hello-" ashton began.

"no," michael shook his head. "we don't want you coming back without socks like last time."

"they took my socks without taking off my shoes." ashton pointed out. "you gotta give them credit, that was pretty fucking cool."

"yeah, yeah." luke rolled his eyes. "we're cutting through the park."

the four boys hurried into an almost empty park surrounded by all kinds of trees, but the one most abundant was the cherryblossom. looking around him, calum commented. "i feel like we've suddenly left france and entered japan."

"stop dawking and keep walking." michael told his mate, pushing him foward.

the boys were halfway through the park when michael spotted a young girl sitting on a park bench. she was tearing off pieces of bread and feeding ducks which were coming from a pond a few feet in front of her. next to her was a paperback book titled, how do i love thee? on her lap rested her cellphone that seemed to be sliding off without her noticing. just as the four boys passed her, the phone fell to the ground.

michael stopped to pick it up.

he knelt down to get it, cherry blossom flowers falling all around them. straightening himself out, he told her, "you dropped your phone." though she already knew that.

barely noticing they had left one band member behind, the three other boys stopped dead in their tracks and returned to where michael stood in front of a beautiful girl with dark blonde hair and bright blue-green eyes. confused, and not understanding what he was saying. she finally half-understood what he meant when he set the phone in her hands.

"thank you." she replied with a smile in her own language; french.

from behind him, calum placed a hand on his mate's shoulder. "stop gawking and keep walking." he said, using michael's own words against him.

but michael was frozen in place, overwhelmed by her beauty.

still not grasping the concept, he attempted to talk to her again. "what's your name?" he asked her in english. "i'm michael clifford."

her face contorted in confusion as she tried to make sense of what he had said to her. michael's questions were finally answered when from behind them another young woman walked up. "michelle not speak english." the girl said.

and michael felt his heart drop.

how could he speak to her when he couldn't really speak to her?

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haven't updated this story in a long time either. 

i'm trying my hardest to update as many of my stories as i can, so please be as supportive as you've always been and give this a nice vote.

thank you.

i love you.

-clary xx