Chloe's POV
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"And, the winner of The Harvard Singing Contest is..." The guy says.
Michael grabs my hand so tightly, his knuckles started going white.
"Mikey, its ok. You went up their and preformed, I'd like to see Bryce do that," I assured him, my thumb massaging his knuckles.
"5 Seconds Of Summer!"
The boys jump up and scream.
"Mikey, you did it, I'm so proud of you!" I squeal as Michael engulfs me in a hug.
Ashton runs out to the stage, the other three following.
"Wow, this feels really cool. Us boys have been a band since high school and its massive for us to win," Ash gasps.
"Yeah. We just wanted to prove people wrong, that four idiots can become four band idiots. We just do it for fun but we thought, oh why not," Michael grins, his eyes sparkling against the light.
"Well, you guys are amazing and we loved your performance. Principle Declan, the trophy," the over enthusiastic host bounces about.
The principle hands Michael the trophy and the four boys have a group cuddle.
"We did it," Michael wraps me in his arm.
"You did it Mikey. I'd like to see Bryce's face,"
"Clifford," I hear Bryce speak. Oo, talk of the devil.
"Oh hi Bryce. Bet you feel kinda stupid now don't ya?" Michael gives a sly grin.
"Whatever. You were pretty good though," Bryce shifts on his weight.
"We won Bryce in your mother trucking face! Oh hi Michael," Ash looks at his feet.
"You got lucky Irwin," Bryce narrows his eyes.
"And I thought Calum was the Asian one. Over hear! Oi, slanty eyes!" Ash giggles at Bryce. I suddenly find myself whooping with laughter, and I fell on the floor and cried.
"Nice one Ash. Lolzor!" I smack the floor.
"Chloe, calm down sweetie pie," Mike laughs, squatting down.
"Hes squatting down like you do on the toilet. Hey Michael! Im telling off you because you had a poo at half past two!" I practically scream, still in hysterics.
"You are a sad, strange little girl, but you have my pity. Farewell," he salutes and giggles.
"Shut up Lightyear!" I chuckle.
"You!"
"No, you!"
"Both of you shut up!" Bryce shouts with frustration.
"Have a nice mug of calm the feck down," Calum comes to our defence.
"CALPAL!" I shout, getting up to hug him.
"CPEE!" Cal laughs back, hugging back.
"MIKE-RO-WAVE!" I scream.
"CPEE AND CALPAL!" Mikey screeches back.
"SHADDAP!" Bryce yells.
"Lets go home guys," Michael slings his arm around my waist and we walk back to Sally's land rover. He gives me a really nice kiss before leaving in the truck.
*Back at the apartment*
"Im so proud of all of you," Sally looks so emotional we all burst out laughing.
