Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 16

Like we had agreed, Michael took me to their practice the next day. Their practice started at 7:30, so we had to be up at like 6:30. I was so tired, due to the fact that I only got like 5 hours of sleep, and Michael was clearly tired as well. On the way to his house, we stopped at McDonald's and bought breakfast for everyone, apparently that was the other boys' condition for me to join them, but I could hear it was just a dumb excuse for us to pick up breakfast for them.

As we arrived, I had expected there to be noise and screaming and laughing, a bit like the last time I arrived here, but I only heard two voices talk, those belonging to Luke and Calum. As Michael and I enter the room, Luke and Calum was sitting on two armchairs as Ashton had laid himself on top of the piano with a pillow and a blanket, sleeping. Why he chose to sleep on top of the piano was a mystery to me, but I chose to just slightly laugh at him. He wasn't wearing a bandana, so his curls went over his eyes, almost covering his whole face actually. "Hey guys!" I hear Calum say as both of them waved at us, before digging into the food Michael had just set on the table.

"Ash!" Michael hollers at Ashton, who then lifts his head, taking his hand through his hair, so he can see. "Breakfast's here." Ashton yawns as he climbs off the piano like it was his bed and went to the table, grabbing a McMuffin with bacon and cheese. I just grab a hashbrown, not really hungry yet. I was still tired. I had just eaten half of it, when I felt a hand on my upper arm. I turn my head and look at Michael. "Why don't you go upstairs to my room and sleep?" Michael suggests, probably seeing how tired I was. I nod, him giving me a kiss on the cheek before I make my way upstairs. I'd only been to his room one time before, and from what I remembered, it was pretty dirty. I open the door, seeing exactly what I expected: dirty clothes everywhere, and what looked like a clean pile of clothes, but it wasn't folded or anything. If we were ever going to get married, I would have to teach him to clean up.

Did I just say that?

I shake my head, pushing some of the clothes on his bed to one side of the bed, when I realize that it's one of his Sex Pistols shirts. I bite my lip slightly, before stripping off my clothes I'd worn since yesterday, slipping the oversized shirt on. I put the collar up to my nose, inhaling his smell, smiling. It felt like such a cliché to do that, but I did it anyways. I pull up the blanket of his bed, climbing under it, then pulling the blanket up to my chin, curling myself into a ball as I close my eyes.

Michael's POV

I sat with my guitar, hearing the other guys playing but I somehow forgot to play myself. Somehow? No, I knew the reason. Eleanor was so guilty for having to keep the secret of Jack from Maddie. I know she wants to just call and tell her everything, but that she should tell her face to face.

Also the fact that she was now sleeping in my bed. "Mikey," I heard Ashton say, making me look up from my feet. "You zoned out." His voice didn't seem irritated at all although I'd zoned out a few times during this week, but that had only been for a few seconds, I think I've sitten and looked at my feet for minutes. No, his voice was more worried. I sigh, nodding.

"I know, sorry."

"Michael, what's going on?" Luke asks, making me feel guilty. Eleanor had told me not to tell Luke about what we had seen, and I hadn't done that, although I feel exstremely guilty for keeping it from him when I knew how he felt about Maddie. "Is everything okay between you and El?"

From what I understood from Eleanor, was that I was the only person right now to calm her down. She had been so lost out when talking to me over the phone yesterday. And when I came, she seemed so relieved that I was and she managed to fall asleep rather quickly. "We're good," I tell him.

"Then what is it?"

"I-I'll tell you some other time, okay?"

"She's not pregnant, is she?" Calum jokes, but with some seriousness in his voice.