Secrets [m. clifford]

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"Ashton, come on!" I yell.

He's taking forever to get his stuff, we need to head to the airport.

"Shut up, Grace!" He shouts back.

"Fuck, I'm glad I'm not going with you guys." Bec mutters from beside me, yawning afterwards.

"Becca." Mum warns.

"Sorry." She mumbles, already knowing it's about her swearing.

"Oh my god, Ashton, let's go!" Mum yells.

"Shit, I'm coming!" He exclaims.

"Why does he only listen to you?" I mutter.

"I gave birth to him." She replies.

I roll my eyes as Ashton comes running down the stairs with all his stuff.

"Can we go to the airport now?" Bec mumbles, "I want to go back to sleep soon."

Ashton groans, "Bec, just stay here."

"Alright. Bye guys, have fun." Bec mutters.

Mum sighs, "Rebecca.."

"I'm tired.." Bec whines.

"We're gonna be late, come on!" I groan.

"Alright!" Ashton yells, leaving the house.

"I guess we're going now." I mumble, following Ashton.

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"Finally." Michael mutters as we get to our seats on the plane.

Luke and Calum are in the two seats in front of us, while Ashton is behind us.

I wasn't planning on sitting with Michael, but Calum and Luke said they had something important to discuss, and Ashton offered to sit by himself.

As I sit down, I nervously run a hand through my hair and look over at Michael, who's laughing at me.

"It's not funny." I mutter.

"I'm sorry." He chuckles.

"Fuck off." I mumble.

"Hey, you're safe, you're with me." He smiles.

I smile, resting my head on his shoulder.

Ashton glares at us as he walks by us and Michael rolls his eyes.

"Shut up, Ashton." He mutters.

"I didn't say anything!" He protests.

"But you're going to say 'if you try anything on my sister I swear' so I'm saying shut up." Michael replies. "She's afraid of flying, I'm just trying to comfort her."

Ashton just mutters things I can't understand to himself, sitting down.

By the time it's time to take off I'm shaking at how nervous I am.

"Grace, calm down, it's alright." Michael lightly chuckles.

"It's not alright. Oh my god, I'm gonna die."

"Is this why you made me take the window seat?" He laughs.

"Yes because if I look out I might puke."

As the plane begins moving I grab Michael's hand and lace our fingers together.

"But Ashton's-"

"I'm freaking out just shut up." I mutter, taking deep breaths.

He gently squeezes my hand, smiling at me.

When we take off, I cuddle into Michael, trying to hide my face.