groupie - michael clifford u.s.

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Me and Lucy walked into the club. It wasn't like any other. It was like a rave. Everyone was wearing glowing simply because the UV lights were on them. I felt like partying already.

"There they are!" Lucy yelled in my ear, over the music. I looked over the crowd, spotting the group of boys. We slowly walked towards them. Calum stood up with Luke and Michael. Ashton stayed put since he was very busy. He had some chick on his lap.

"Calum!" Lucy exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him. He ran his hands up her back before laying just above her ass.

"This is Michael, Luke, and that over there is Ashton." He pointed to Ashton roughly making out with a girl. I smiled, a bit uncomfortable.

"Let's get some drinks." Michael called out over the music. I looked at him, laughing a little. Surely he knew since we were only about 19 we couldn't drink in public places.

"But we-"

"We have connections." Luke winked at me. In all honesty, I would love to go down on him any day. Did i just really think that? Oh god Lucy is rubbing off on me.

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"Finally." I breathed out, sitting on a chair in Michaels hotel room. I wasn't going to do anything. Just talk. I'm such a buzz kill, wow.

"You're different." Michael eyed me, taking his coat off. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Different?" I repeated his choice of words. He nodded.

"Most group-"

"I'm not a groupie." I laughed, shaking my head. I took my heels off, letting my feet rest. I should've took some band with me or some shit.

"You're not?" He asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. I nodded, looking around the room. I saw a closed bag of Doritos on the bed side table. I grabbed them, opening and starting to eat them.

"Then..."

"I didn't want to say no to Lucy. Sorry. I don't want anything inside of me tonight." I smiled a fake smile, taking another Dorito in my mouth.

"Well, that sucks." He groaned. I kinda wanted to laugh. Rude. I know. Do I even look interested? I'm not going to lie, Michael is extremely hot and i would love to have an extremely hot make out session with him but at the moment, I wanted to go home and sleep for the next 30 years.

"Do you guys do this a lot?" I asked, setting the chips aside. I now wanted to know more about him. Someone about his looks made him intriguing.

"Yeah... well, every other day." He shrugged, plugging his phone into a charger. Every other day? That's a lot of girls...

"Aren't you worried you might, like, get an std or something?" I raised my eyebrows at him. That's a lot of sex. Even for Lucy that's a lot.

"They invented condoms for a reason." He winked at me. I nearly choked on my saliva.

"Who has the most groupies?"

"Well, uhm," he chuckled, "me." He shrugged. Of course he did. "If you weren't so... attractive," he looked at me up and down, "then I probably would've kicked you out by now."

"Wow. You're kind of a diçk?" I said questionably. He does! He seemed just like every other guy in some stupid band. They think they can get any girl they want, but they can't. Yeah, Michael is hot, but if you wants anything with me, he's going to have to work really hard. I'm not easy.

"I'm just being honest." He chuckled, shrugging. He put his hands behind his head and extended his legs. There was an awkward silence for awhile until I heard beating on the wall. I crinkled my eyebrows at him, he shrugged. He could be a little more interesting...

The beating continued. Soon I heard something that explained all of it.

"Calum!"

I covered my face with my hands, starting laugh hysterically. Michael threw his head back in laughter.

"I like your friend, Lucy." He admitted. I felt a ping of jealousy hit me. Why am I jealous? What even?

"She's hot. Not my type though." He winked. Michael patted the spot next to him. I eyed him before walking to the opposite bed. He smirked and rolled his eyes.

"What kind of music do you like?" He sparked a conversation. I glanced at him before sighing.

"I like everything. Except country music," I groaned, "I despise country music."

"Me too, but I wouldn't say despise. I just highly dislike it." He winked. Why was he so damn attractive? "So we're not doing anything?" He asked, hope in his eyes. I laughed to myself.

"No." I smirked.

"Please?"

"No, you horny asshole." I joked. He raised his hand to his heart, pulling a heart expression.

"True." He relaxed. I laughed at him, again. He was very funny, wasn't he? That's so attractive in a guy.

"Anyways, tomorrow morning, if Lucy asks, tell her we fucked or something. She'll be upset that she was the only one that got a good fuck." I shrugged.

"I coul-"

"No! If you're so horny why don't you just jerk off in the bathroom or something." I rolled my eyes, a bit annoyed with his constant want of sex.

"Or I could jerk off here with a little help from you." He winked at me. He stood and dug through his bag. I let out an annoyed groan, making him laugh. He is such a smartass!

"If I'm staying here, I want clothes to wear." I fake smiled. He through a pair of shorts and a tshirt at me, both falling on top of my head.

Since he was so horny, I thought it would be hilarious to change in front of him.

I stood up and stripped my dress off.

"What are you doing?" He asked lowly, staring at me up and down. I let out a loud laugh, "changing?" I questioned.

I put the clothes on and crawled underneath the covers, getting comfortable.

"Goodnight mr. horny." I sighed, closing my eyes. He let out a laugh before clicking the lights out.

"Night."