Friends.Just Friends.(Michael Clifford.)

Chapter 1.

I sat in the booth,figuring out my set for the night.I heard the door open,and I looked up.Eleazar,my manager was there.

"Hey Iris,"he said,closing the door behind him.I took off my headphones,and put them around my neck.He sat beside me,and looked at my set.

"We've got some celebs coming tonight,"he told me,casually.I nodded.It was an every day occurrence for some big celebrity to come to the club.I mean,we were in the centre on London,and every hotel,bar,anything would recommend this place.We've had Kim K,Beyonce,One Direction,Cara Delevigine,everyone.

I started working there a year ago.I had finished in school,quicker than everyone because I had skipped two years of school.I was supposedly 'too smart for my age group' so I kept getting moved up.As Eleazar looked at my set,he smiled.

"You're a talented DJ,Iris,"he told me.I blushed,looking down.

"Thanks,boss."

He got up,and put a hand on my shoulder.

"We're opening in two hours,so make sure you're ready,"he said.I nodded,and he left.As I continued to add things to the set,my mind started to boggle.

Who was coming to club?

Would I know them?

I shook my head,and got back to work.I was lucky enough to have a good job,in a district like that.It was hard to get work in England and Ireland when you're a DJ.I went on twitter for a bit,because I had nothing to do.Everyone I followed was raving about some band supporting One Direction on their tour.I didn't really take any notice,until I saw them.

They were hot.

I quickly learned their names.Calum,Luke,Ashton and Michael.Everyone referred to Calum as the Asian one,because of his skin colour,but I honestly thought he looked Mexican.Luke had a quiff that defied gravity,and Ashtons giggle could supposedly end any war.

And Michael.

Michael was supposedly a kitten,and his hair could change colour at any moment in time.

He had blonde,brown,black,black with dark blue,black with bright blue,black with seaweed,light blue,blue jay,purple with like pink and shit,galaxy,light pink,white,smurf,ice blue,minty,neon pink,marshmallow,skunk,brown and purple,brown and read,burnt toast,mustard and green.

Holy shit.

My hair was a white-ish blonde,but that's about it.My mother wouldn't let me dye it any 'eccentric' colour.,because that's what Irish mammies are like.I looked at the time,and saw it was half nine.I continued to mess with music,and beats,and then Brogan came over to me.He was on the 12-3am shift.

"Look,I need to download something onto my USB,"he told me.I nodded,and moved from the stool.He sat down,and his fingers clicked the keyboard like crazy.Two minutes later,he was finished.

"Okay,done.Thanks babe,"he told me.I smiled,and sat down again.He was going to be at home with his boyfriend until 11.I put my headphones over my ears,and then started to play some music.People piled in,and started to move to music.As I played the music,the door opened again,and four guys walked in.I looked at them,and it occurred to me that they might be that band.

There was 

1.The quiffed one=Luke.

2.The Mexican one=Calum 

3.The smiley/bandana one=Ashton

and of course,Michael.

I spun tracks,and played music until 11.I l know it was supposed to be twelve,but Brogan wanted to do another hour.I was walking through the crowds,when I felt a hand on my shoulder.I continued to walk,but someone was following me.Eleazar had always told me the same thing in situations like that

Knee in the groin.

As soon as we were in the cold of outside,I turned around and did what he told me.

And then I saw the face.

"Shit,Michael.Sorry!"I exclaimed.He clutched his 'package' and shook his head whimpering.

"It's fine."

I giggled,and then he stood up properly.

"How'd you know my name?"he asked.I giggled,biting my lip.God he was hot.He was hot in that kinda,grunge way.He looked like he needed a shower,but in a way,he didn't.

"I was on twitter,and I saw your band so I googled you.Anyways,what did you want?"I asked.He smirked,and I bit my lip again.I wanted to press my face against his in the lip region for a certain amount of time.

Do you even YouTube?

"What's your name?"he asked me.I smiled,clasping my hands together.

"Why would you want to know?"

"Because,"he said.I smiled.

"Someone's stubborn."

He smiled,and then looked at me.

"Tell me?"

I sighed,and then looked at him.

"My name's Iris,"I told him.He smiled.

"Iris what?"

"Iris Green."

He chuckled,and then felt for something in his back pocket.

"Can I have your number?"he asked.I smiled.

"Depends,"I said.He smirked.

"You're really hard to get aren't you?"he questioned.I smiled,and nodded.He handed me his phone,and then I typed my number in.I gave him back his phone,and then I took a few steps back.

"I'll see you later,Mike."