seven eleven ∞ m.c.

thirty six

go read my ashton fan fic i just posted

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jacob was bailed by his father when he returned, and having so much money left over he gave to lauren. while lauren was getting the money, he also handed over the plane tickets, and the money number for the private jet back to australia.

michael has no idea lauren took the car, or why she did. he doesn't even know she left. he started getting sore from his recent fight with someone at a bar that tried rubbing up in lauren, so he's soaking in warm bath water. he calls lauren's phone, thinking she's downstairs. "hello?"

"you're supposed to be in here with me, im bored." he whines, frowning.

"play with bubbles or something." she laughs. "kidding, i took your car to go to my dads. ive got the tickets, mikey."

"jesus," he groans as he shifts his body. "i'll call the boys and tell them im leaving."

"i want them to come. make sure you don't do anything you'd regret." lauren laughs, michael knows what she's talking about.

"i won't, i promise. i just want it to be us in vegas, having sex without being interrupted." he cheekily grins, lauren rolling her eyes.

"im coming up, the street now." she speaks. "try and get out yourself and i'll help you."

"thanks babe, love you."

"love you too."

as soon as he puts his phone on the counter, he has trouble standing up due to his weak limbs. he manages, then wrote his robe around his body, and going to his room.

lauren has just walked in, rolling the suitcases back out of the door. michael doesn't bother trying to put on his skinny jeans. he goes with grey sweatpants, a white shirt, and a thin black jacket sicnr its a little windy out. "you okay, mikey?"

"im fine, babe." he smiles at how caring she's being. he makes it down the stairs, sliding his converse on, leaving them intoned.

"tie your shoes because if you fall im not helping you." lauren says, scowling.

"alright, mom."

he tucks the shoestrings in his shoe, grabbing his phone, and calling calum. "are you leaving for vegas today?" calum asks as soon as the phone connects.

"yeah, why?"

"because we scheduled the meeting with lauren's sister's husband's friend two weeks from now." calum explains.

"you could've just said the producer, cal."

"whatever." he chuckles. "bye man, and don't do anything you'd regret."

"i won't." michael frowns. that's the second time he's heard someone say that. maybe because you'll fuck up and lose the only person that truly loves you.

he sighs, putting the phone in his pocket, and lugging the luggage into the car. "ready?" lauren asks, kissing his cheek.

"im ready!"

••••

"fat fuck." michael mutters, slumping in his seat.

"what's wrong?" lauren laughs. this plane ride was so interesting and fun for lauren because she got window seat, and michael is sat next to a fat dude who keeps asking for his food.

"he asked me for the same bag of chips in five minutes. five fucking minutes lauren."

"stop complaining."

he heard him fart, and immediately regretted coming. he covers his face with his jacket, putting his headphones in and leaning on lauren's shoulder.

fifteen minutes like that, he was almost asleep, until hands that's weren't his girlfriends touched his lower abdomen. lauren looks, and so does michael. "i thought you were sleeping," she says. "we're about to land, and you're seat belt wasn't on."

squinting at the attendant, lauren grabs his hand, smiling. "we're in Cali." lauren smiles.

"above,"

"shut up michael, before i push you out of the emergency exit." she threatens.

"fine."

a/n

i've never been on a plane so i skipped the airport shit. yas. they're in Vegas.