Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

\iv/

"I'm not playing anymore," Liane pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why not?" Michael whines while letting his head fall in her lap.

"'Cause you keep cheating!" She exclaims with a giggle after.

"I was not cheating, I just found a loop hole." Liane rolls her eyes, running her fingers gently through his lilac hair. They'd had at least four thumb wars, and each time, Michael used his other hand to push her thumb under his.

"I hate you," she mumbles childishly, bringing her pout back.

"No you don't," he sings before sitting up quickly to peck her lips lightly and dropping his head once again on her lap, letting her continue to run her fingers through his hair. "I love you." He uses to same tone, smiling lightly.

"Mhm," she hums sarcastically. When he whines in sadness, she giggles again, kissing his nose lightly. "I'm just kidding, I love you," she assures him.

"When do you want to go to the uni?" He asks after the two of them sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"Uni? Is that, like, slang for university?" She questions with a light smile, looking down at him.

"I guess," he chuckles. "Answer my question." He whines, swatting at her face.

"Does that mean I have to get dressed?" She complains, throwing her head back on the head of the bed they were on.

"Kinda," he laughs quietly, "but I don't wanna get up. I'm comfortable." She smiles contently, still running her fingers softly through his hair.

"It's only," Liane pauses to check the time on Michael's phone which was sitting on his chest, "half past noon. We have time," she shrugs. He smiles happily, using a hand to just barely lift up the side of her shirt and tracing random designs on her skin.

"I'm sleepy," he whines, letting his eyes drop shut.

"Go to sleep, silly," she suggests quietly. She leans forward to press her lips gently to his before sitting back up and leaning her head on the head of the bed once again. "I'll wake you up when we need to leave."

...

"Liane, baby, we should probably go now," Michael whispers in her ear after the two of them had slept for over two hours.

"No," she whines, scrunching her nose, which he found adorable. "Just give me a few more minutes." She continued to keep her eyes closed.

"That's what you said an hour ago," he laughs quietly, kissing her neck gently.

"It's your fault for not waking me back up," she jokes while leaning into his kiss.

"I fell back asleep," he defends. Liane fights the urge to open her eyes and roll them. He pulls away from her and slides off the bed to get dressed.

"No," she whines, "come back." Michael silently coos at the pout that made its way to her face.

"I'm sorry, Li," he quickly pecks her lips, "we gotta get ready." She finally opens her eyes, only to be met by Michael's tired, yet happy, green ones.

"Fine," she gives in, pushing him gently away and sliding off the bed. After Michael left the room so she could get dressed, she quickly slips on a navy blue tank top and a pair of white shorts. Nibbling on her lip lightly, she glances at her left wrist that was littered with cuts. It wasn't too many, but it was still enough to notice.

She crouches next to her suitcase, pulling out her make up bag and grabbing her foundation. She'd never tried to cover the cuts with make-up, but it was going to have to do since it was too hot in Sydney to wear long sleeves. After covering the cuts as best as she could she throws her hair in a ponytail and puts on a quick layer of mascara.

"Sorry, I'm ready to go," Liane mumbles shyly, walking out into the hallway where Michael was leaned against the wall. She slides down next to him before crossing her legs out in front of her.

"I don't feel like going," he whines as she lets her head drop on his shoulder, his head leaning on hers afterwards.

"You're the one who woke me up," she laughs quietly, "we're going." Michael huffs, pulling his body away from hers and standing up before holding a hand out for Liane. She tugs on it to pull her body up to meet his.

"Let me just go grab your bags, and then we can go," he tells her before making his way back to his room.

"I can carry one, ya know," she calls after him, following him in the room.

"I know you can," he grins down at her after grabbing the two suitcases, "but you're not gonna." She rolls her eyes at his reply, turning on her heel and making her way to the main area of the apart - flat.

"Bye Calum," she chirps once the pass him in the living room. He smiles brightly back at her, his mouth full of whatever he was eating, waving.

"So, you and Calum, eh?" Michael pipes up while shoving the bags in the backseat of his car.

"Calum and I are barely friends, Mikey, no need to be worried." She sits on the side of the passenger seat, legs handing over the side, letting Michael stand in between them. He grins at her before lightly pressing his lips to hers, placing his hands on her hips. She immediately responds to the kiss, placing both of her hands on his shoulders. "We should probably go," she suggests quietly, just barely pulling away. He whines while the two of them both open their eyes and pull away.

"Okay, let's go," he huffs childishly.

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that was a really bad ending i'm sorry, but i hope the rest of the chapter was okay.

not about angels by birdy on the side [or at the top] bc that song is the shit xx