you hated high school with every fibre in your body. the people were horrible to you and would stop at nothing to make school living hell for you. you storm through your house and to your room where you throw you bag on the floor and flop onto your bed.
your window was open and you could hear your neighbour, luke hemmings band, rehearsing for their upcoming world tour with one direction. they went to your school and were in your classes except the drummer. you had no idea who that was. they were pretty decent and you weren't gonna lie, you really liked their music and they were pretty good at singing and playing instruments. you can see into the garage and you decide to dance around your room to their music to get out your frustration.
you dance around to long way home and when michaels solo came up, you decide to sing along because they rehearsed it so often. whilst singing along, the music stopped so you stopped dancing around. you whip your head around to your window, looking at them to see they were looking up at you, smiles beaming across their faces. they saw you and you couldn't be more embarrassed so you slowly slide down to sit on the floor.
michael pulls his guitar over his head and gently puts it down and starts to walk over to your window.
"so, y/n. are you a fan of our music?" he asks with a smirk on his face.
"your not half bad clifford." you reply from the floor before you feel two hands on your shoulders, pulling you up to come face to face with michael. he sweetly smiles at you.
"well, it's nice to have a fan that isn't related to us." he says and you giggle.
"okay so i've actually wanted to ask you something for a while y/n" he says, looking into your eyes.
"go ahead clifford. i don't bite." you smile at him. he takes a deep breath before quickly moving forward and connecting your lips together. you were surprised by this, but you continued as you wanted this aswell. it slowly turns into a quick make out, slowly but passionately kissing each other before he quickly pulls away and brings his fingers up to his bottom lip.
"you bit my lip." he says smiling at you.
"well, i guess i lied before." you reply back. he looks around your room to see your phone sitting on your bed. he quickly opens it and types something into it then throws it back on the bed.
"mike, what did you write in there?" you ask him. he smiles at you.
"my number. so call me whenever you want and when i'm on tour i can call you when i'm fed up with the other boys." he replies before climbing out the window. he jumps down to the ground then looks back to you.
"thanks for liking our music, y/n. means a lot." he smiles at you.
"anytime clifford." you reply as he smiles before walking back to lukes garage.
