Fixing Our Problems || m.c. au

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"Hey Calum," Liane greets into the phone after sliding the answer button. She hadn't talked to him since the day she caught Michael and Elena almost two weeks ago.

"Liane, you have to get here as soon as possible," he mumbles followed by a yell. "Shit."

"Calum, what's wrong?" She asks cautiously, sitting up on her bed. Ashlyn looks over at her, a confused look on her face. "Is Michael okay?"

"Not exactly. How quickly can you get here?" He questions.

"Ashlyn, you can take me to their place right?" When she nods, Liane continues, "Ashlyn's gonna take me, I'll be there within the next ten minutes," she tells him before hanging up and quickly sliding on a pair of shoes, Ashlyn doing the same.

"What's going on? Are they okay?" Ashlyn asks as they both make their way to her car.

"I don't know, Calum said something was wrong with Michael and that I need to get over there quickly," she explains with a small shrug and a worried look.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Ashlyn assures her softly.

"I hope he isn't badly hurt or anything like that," she whimpers, biting her lip. No one says anything until Ashlyn pulls up in front of their flat.

"I'll stay here, just text me if I can go." Liane nods before pushing open her door and quickly making her way to the door to the flat. She knocks a few times and decides to just walk in after waiting for a few moments.

"Calum? Michael?" She calls, walking further into the flat. She hears soft talking coming from Michael's room so she goes in that direction. Calum sits in front of Michael, whispering random things to calm him down while tears roll down Michael's cheeks. "What the hell happened?" She mumbles, sitting beside Calum.

"You actually came?" Michael asks disbelieving.

"Of course I came, Mikey, Calum told me something was wrong, what's going on?" She asks softly.

"He had a panic attack. Hasn't happened in about six months, I don't know what's going on," he sighs.

"I tried to tell you, it's Liane," Michael mumbles.

"Calum, can I have a minute?" She questions. "And can you tell Ashlyn she can go home?" He nods and makes his way out of the room. "Mikey," she coos, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. He immediately wraps his arms around her body, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

"I'm so sorry, Liane, I didn't - Elena, she -"

"I know what Elena did. She told Ashlyn and Ashlyn told me a couple of days ago," she whispers.

"Why didn't you call me or something?" He questions, pulling away to look at her.

"I was scared you had moved on or something," she shrugs, "got a new girlfriend, I don't know."

"Baby, you know I couldn't move on from you," he murmurs, pulling her back into his arms tightly. "Especially not this quickly," he adds.

"I missed you so much." Fresh tears flow down her cheeks, tears she'd been fighting for a week now.

"I'm so in love with you, what are you doing to me?" He chuckles quietly. "I really want to kiss you right now, is that bad?"

"No, 'cause I want to kiss you too," she admits. Michael grins, pulling away and cupping her jaw and gently placing his lips on hers. She instantly melts into the kiss, savoring the feeling of Michael's lips on hers. "I love you," she whispers against his lips while he lays her on his bed before hovering over her.

"Love you more, Princess," he promises, moving his lips along her jaw line and down her neck, stopping once he found her sweet spot. He pulls away from her neck for a quick moment to pull up her shirt before continuing to suck at her neck. She threads her fingers through his light hair, letting out a quiet moan.

"Babe, can you take your shirt off?" She asks breathily. He nods and sits up to peel off his shirt before placing his lips on hers hungrily.

"Can I do something for you?" He asks against her lips, just barely pulling away.

"What do you mean?" She looks up at him with confused eyes. He glances down quickly before looking back up at her awkwardly. "Oh," she blushes, laughing quietly.

"I mean, you don't have to say yes, I was just -"

"You can, Mikey," she smiles with a small nod.

"Are you - are you sure?" He clarifies.

"I'm positive, but are we, like, back together now?" She asks, a blush creeping up to her cheeks.

"Of course, baby," he gently pecks her lips before moving down to her lower half. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asks once again while pulling down her shorts.

"I'm sure," she laughs, but it's cut short when Michael gently kisses her inner thigh a few times. He looks at her unsurely while he slides her underwear down to her ankles and tosses them on the other side of the bed.

"Last chance, babe," he warns, looking up at her.

"Michael Clifford, I swear to god I'm sure," she groans. He laughs quietly before pushing his middle finger inside of her. She makes a small cry of pleasure, moving her hands to tug at Michael's hair. He pumps his finger, starting slowly and gradually speeding up. Her grip on his hair tightens when he speeds up.

"'M gonna put another one in, is that okay?" He looks up at her and the sight of her makes his mind go crazy. She quickly nods eagerly and he adds his index finger and picks up speed. She takes her bottom lip in her mouth in attempt to keep her noise to a minimum. "Calum went to work, baby," he mumbles and she immediately lets out a loud cry and Michael feels like he's going to lose his mind.

Liane hits her high and Michael pulls his fingers out and moves up to peck her lips gently. "You're so hot, baby," he sighs, dropping his head into the crook of her neck.

"Thank you," she murmurs after catching her breath, threading her fingers through his hair.

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well that went somewhere it wasn't supposed to go oops

the story is wrapping up :( like about six or seven chapters left

soz xx