DM's || Michael Clifford (Completed)

6. Birthday Girl.

It was your 18th birthday and you were feeling happy for once. Your parents and brother came in to your room and gave you presents at 8am. Your brother got you a dress that he wants you to wear when you see 5sos later. For some reason he wanted you to look good.

"Make sure you curl your hair and put makeup on." He demanded.

"But why?" You asked. He rolled his eyes.

"So one of them fall in love with you, obviously." He said as if you were stupid. You sighed.

"Elliot.." You began but he cut you off.

"Sorry, you're dressing up nice today when you meet them and then i'm taking you out to a pub tonight." He said as he left your room. Your parents following suit. You stood there dumbfounded staring at the bag you had in your hands. Well, you were going to their meet and greet then seeing them live you might as well look good. You began to rush around your bedroom looking for your curlers and make up. When you found it you went and sat in front of your mirror and got to work. You loosely curled your hair and you put your red bandana in it. You made sure the bow was at the top. You did your make up lightly apart from today you wore eyeliner. After many attempts you finally managed to do it. You actually looked presentable apart from your pj's. You walked over to your bag that your brother gave you and you opened it. You were worried about what he had got you. But when you pulled it out you gasped. It was lovely. You quickly tried it on and stared at yourself in the mirror. It came up to your mid thigh and it had long lace sleeves. You twirled around and admired yourself. What a transformation. A little cleavage was showing but nothing too drastic but then you sighed. You had no shoes to go with it. Then almost as if Elliot could read your mind he walked in carrying a box.

"Oh, almost forgot. Put these on." He said as he handed you the box. He stood there smiling as you took the box from his hands. You smiled back at him as you realised what they were. He had got you shoes to match. The dress was black but your shoes were red. you looked at how high the shoes were.

"Elliot, I can't wear these, they're too high." you protested but Elliot shook his head.

"No they're not, you wore higher shoes than this at Aunt Maureens wedding. Now put them on, we've got to get going." Elliot told you as you sighed and put them on. You were so scared that you were going to fall over and break your neck or something. You put on a black blazer and walked out of your bedroom. You slowly walked down your stairs careful not to fall over, it was times like this that you hated that you had 2 sets of stairs to walk down. When you reached the bottom of both sets of stairs you were greeted with Elliot and your dad. They smiled at you as you took your dads arm.

"You look beautiful, darling." He whispered to you as you walked to the car.

" Thank you dad." you thanked. You got into the car and drove to the O2 arena. When you arived you saw where you had to go, there were 2 lines. 1 line towards the back of ths arena where you met the boys and a line towards the front of the arena where you waited to be let in. Your dad dropped you off and you joined the line towards the back of the arena. You knew you would be waiting a while so you took your heels off.

You waited for 2 hours to see the boys and as the line got shorter and shorter and you were next: you couldnt have been any more nervous. You put your heels back on as a security guard escorted you through some corridors. You entered a room and saw the boys, everyone was paying attention and looking at you except Michael. The rest of the boys mouths dropped open but Michael? He was on his phone. You walked up to them and hugged Ashton first.

"Hey, whats your name?" Ashton asked. You smiled as you hugged him.

"My name is y/n." You told him and you heard a funny noise coming from behind Ashton. You pulled away from Ashton and you all turned around and looked at Michael.