My Music Girl // 5SOS {Michael Clifford}

MMG - Chapter 1

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Chapter One

Michael POV

                I walked down the back streets of London clutching my extra large hot chocolate in my hands, as the rain poured down harder darkening the gray of the cobble stones lining the street. Ever since the boys and I finished touring and started to write the new album, I decided I wanted a bit or normalcy and routine in my life. So today I set out to find my new routine, which led me to a sick underground vintage thrift store, the best freaking café and now what I hoped would be an awesome record shop.  A lot of people had recommended it to me saying, it had the best music and was off the mainstream places that packed the London streets. As I turned down Dalloway Street, I saw the unassuming record shop; windows plastered with band posters and guitars already told me the place was probably sick. The other guys would probably think it was too, they would have to come with me next time. Staring at the posters for a couple of minutes I then followed the signs to the side entrance. 

Opening the door, I was already at home when the sound of blink 182 filled my ears. As I shut the door behind me a bell rang out through the shop. The shop was dimly lit with brick exposed walls adding to the vintage vibes. I walked up and down the rows and rows of music marvelling at all the amazing records and then I saw it. The perfect new guitar, I was most defiantly buying for myself. I picked it up off the rack strumming part of voodoo doll and was instantly in love. It would be perfect for writing the new album. I made my way to the back of the shop to find someone who worked there, eager to get home and show the guys. Sitting on the floor behind a box full of CDs was a pinked haired girl with a beanie pulled over her head carefully stacking them onto a display.

“Excuse me; I was just wondering if I could purchase this?” I asked politely. I must have startled her, because in the process of whipping around to see who was behind her she knocked over her stack of CDs.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t even hear you come in.” she rushed to apologize standing up to face me.

I have to say in that moment, I caught myself checking the pinked hair girl in front of me out. I usually like more of a punk look but she was absolutely adorable in her light wash skinny jeans and tight fitting long sleeved white lace shirt.  Ducking down, I stacked up the CDs she had knocked over, “it’s ok, and I didn’t mean to startle you.” I replied

She laughed a little before telling me she was usually lost in her own little world.

Arizona POV

3 words were all it took to make my day, Michael freaking Clifford. To think I was going to call in sick to work today.  As I turned around to help the customer with their purchase I was shocked to say the least. It’s not every day that you favourite member from your favourite boy band is at your work, to be honest it’s actually never. Until now that is. Of course being my wonderful self I had already made a complete and utter fool of myself.

Wiping my hands on my jeans and pushing the hair out of my eyes I looked back at him and tried to keep my utter fan girl at bay.

“Do you have any questions about the guitar?” I asked calmly moving to the cash register

He smiled laying it on the counter “Nah, it's fine. I absolutely love it."

I took the tag off typing the price into the register; damn he had a nice smile I thought. His voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Thank you so much,"

"Sorry, what?" I asked confused

He pointed down at my wrist where two 5 second of summer bracelets hung. I totally forgot I had those on. 

"Thank you for supporting the band, it really means a lot to be able to play our music." he replied 

Trying to push down the inner fan girl I smiled back "Well thanks for having amazing music."

He chuckled "I'm glad you think so,"

Handing him receipt I pointed out where he needed to sign and before I knew it he was waving goodbye and walking out of the shop. 

"Holy shit!" I said out loud. Grabbing the receipt to file into the register I froze. Neatly written at the bottom was a note I like the pink hair, you think I should try it out too. 289 -8765 text me - Michael :) 

Michael POV

Apparently I have been hanging out with Luke way to much because I Michael Clifford just wrote my number on a receipt saying "text me". Dear god what was I thinking, she's probably laughing her ass off right now. Finally making it back to the flat, I open the door to Ashton sitting on top of Luke screaming something or other about FIFA at the tv. As the door closes behind me I the boys turn forgetting about their game. 

“Where the hell did you get that guitar." Luke says practically ripping it from my hands. Calum comes into the living room immediately looking at the guitar.

“I found this sick music store, you guys have to see it. They have every record ever." I said excitedly taking the guitar back from the guys 

"Mikey you got a crush," Ashton says making me freeze "Cause the way you looking at the guitar right now" he says making the others laugh

If only he knew.