Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 17

"Come on!" I say, slightly laughing as I grab Michael's hand to drag him out of the restaurant. We were out shopping for Luke's birthday, and had just taken some lunch.

"El, we've been shopping for almost two hours, and you haven't bought a thing."

"I'm shopping for your friend's birthday party," I fight back.

"Hey, I think he's become your friend as well!" he fights back again as he lets me drag him out. He stops fighting as he wraps his arm around my shoulder instead.

"I know it's boring to go shopping, but I want to look perfect to his party. You already talked about your celebrity friends; I don't want to look like total trash."

"You won't look like trash no matter what you wear. You could pull up a trash bag, trust me." I smile, giving his waist a squeeze as he kisses my forehead. "Stop worrying, you're practically a celebrity yourself."

"For being a model? Not many people actually know me, they might've seen me in a magazine or something, but I doubt they'll know where they saw me."

"And if they do, I'll kick their ass, because that means that they've studied that picture." I laugh a bit, looking up at him. I love how jealous he can be at times. I then turn in to Abercrombie & Fitch, hoping to find something there. "But no, there's been tons of articles about me having a new girlfriend, her being a VS Angel." He tells me, looking down at our feet.

"Oh... I don't really read many magazines to be honest, I feel too weird to find myself in them, plus a lot of stuff they write about celebrities is lies, and if it's not, it's none of my business anyways."

"The things they've been writing about us isn't bad, thank god." I look up, waiting for him to explain something further, him just staring ahead at the clothes, before his eyes goes to me. "El, it's just that the media came make a lot of things sound bad, don't overthink it, 'cause it's not going to happen to us, okay?" he speaks as he turns to me, placing his hands on my waist. I sigh, nodding, as I lean my head forward, him letting his forehead down to mine. "Now, find out what to wear." I nod, going over to the clothes, picking up a few things.

After not long, I sigh, giving up. I sit down on one of the chairs, Michael was somewhere in the store. "Hey," Michael says behind me, and I feel him place his hands on my shoulders. I still couldn't see him.

"Hey..." I look down at my hands sighing. "I really can't find anything to wear, I give up." He laughs a bit, grabbing my hands with one of his, dragging me to face him.

"Again, you honestly don't need anything. But c'mere," he says, taking my hand as he stars dragging me across the store. He lets go of my hand, as he instead takes out a dress, before grabbing my hand and heading for the changing room. "Try this on," he demands as he hands me the dress. I give him a smile, before closing the door to the changing room. I start stripping off my clothes until I'm only in my underwear, taking up the dress. I decided on taking it on before studying how it looked like. I take it on, immediately knowing that it's stretchy, making it comfortable. As I finish taking it on (except for the zipper in the back) I study it. It sat tight on my body down to around my hips where it became loose, stopping around mid-thigh. It went up and kind of went down in a v-neck, really making my boobs look good and I wondered if that was why Michael chose that one. But it wasn't showy, 'cause there was like a see-through over that, which was what held the dress up as well.

I turn to the door, opening the door as I step out. Michael was sitting on a chair, looking down at his phone, and I could see Luke's name on the contract. He then looks up, his facial expression changing to priceless. His eyes widen, his jaw slightly dropping as he almost drops the phone. "Wauw, El," he says as he stands up, taking his phone in the back of his jeans as he walks over to me. "And I thought you couldn't possibly get any more beautiful." He places his hands on my waist as he looks me up and down, pulling me closer. "If you're not wearing that for the party, get it anyways." I smile, taking my hand on the back of his neck before pulling him down to connect our lips. His lips moves perfectly against mine, making me smile as I feel his grip on my waist tighten as he tips his head, deepening the kiss. I pull away from the kiss, smiling, but then seeing people behind Michael taking pictures, a frown coming on my face. Michael looks back at them before at me. "Ignore them, okay?" I give him a slight nod before going back to the changing room. I quickly change, going back out to where Michael was standing and waiting for me.