Skye's P.O.V
I look back to see Michael Clifford standing by the doors of the hall. I can't believe the one and only Michael Clifford is saving me from the security guard.
"Are you sure she's with you?" the security guard asks him.
"Yes I am sure."and Michael replies back to him in a confident voice.
The security guard let go of my arm and I slowly turned around and walk over to Michael. He grabs my hand and pulled me out of the hallway and back into the party. I give him an unsure look because to be honest I don't understand why he's doing this.
"So want to get something to drink?" he asks me as he pulls me over to the bar.
"I'm not twenty-one." I tell him.
"They don't really care here." He assures me.
"Oh well I will pass anyways."
"Okay so what brings you here?" he asks me as he sipped the drink he recently ordered.
"Well my friend and I really wanted to come to this party, but as you can see we weren't meant to be here." I tell him cautiously.
"I kind of figured that, I mean that security guard wasn't trying to kick you out for no reason, but props to you for actually sneaking into one of the biggest celebrity parties of the year. I don't even think I could've managed that." He laughs.
"Heh, yeah," I smile sheepishly, "Well, I should probably get going. Where's Lyla? What time it? Where is-"
"Whoa Whoa calm down, It's okay." He says putting his hands on my shoulders.
"But I really should go." I turn my head toward the door.
"Hey, Hey, Hey," He gently grabs my chin and turned my head to face him, "You have to stay, at least long enough to dance with me," he winks and grabs my hand.
"Fine," I laugh, "One song."
He pulls me into the room with blaring music. The music soon stopped and a new song came on. A slow one. Michael grabs my hands and intertwined our fingers. We danced for a while. A long while. I got lost in the music, and I got lost in Michaels eyes. His georgeous green eyes. A while later Michael and I left the room. I took out my phone and checked the time. '3:42 am.'
"Oh my gosh!" I yell out of surprise.
"What's wrong?" he asks me a little worried.
"Well, for starters my parents think I'm at my friends house having asleep over, which I'm clearly not. Second of all she already left, so I don't have a ride home or somewhere to stay for tonight."
"Well, I have a car and a hotel room for a reason." he smirks.
"You want me to stay with you?" I asked him, unsure.
"Yeah I mean what's so wrong with that I thought we were friends?"
"I'm sorry no offense, but I just met you." I tell him. Honestly, I think he's crazy. He barely knows me, but yet he wants me to stay with him?
"And?"
"Well don't you think that it's a little weird I mean we hardly even know each other."
"Babe you can trust me." He tells me as me flashed me a smile.
I contemplate whether to trust him or not. I mean he's Michael Clifford for christs sake, what could go wrong? Well, I mean my parents could find out and ground me forever, but I bet it's highly unlikely that they will find out if I did go with him.
"Well I guess I could stay with you, I mean what could go wrong."
He lead me out of the club and leads me out to a car. We got into the car and he started the engine. We zoomed out of the parking lot and onto the road.
"Wait," I say "What about your band mates? How are they going to get to the hotel?"
"Oh well you see they kind of already left." he tells me cautiously.
"They already left?" I repeat after him.
"Yeah well we were kind of scheduled to leave after we performed."
I turn my head to look at him. His gaze is focused on the road and his fingers on his left hand keep on tapping the wheel of the car. I can't believe he stayed back behind instead of going with his band mates. Was it because of me? Maybe he just didn't want to leave yet. I'l have to ask him about it. As I opened my mouth his phone started ringing. He pulls out his phone and looks at the caller ID.
"Shit." he mumbles to himself.
He declined the call and put his phone back into his pocket. Right as he put his hand back on the wheel it started to ring again. He didn't do anything, he just let it ring.
"You should probably answer that..."
He sighs and pulls his phone out of his pocket and answersit. I didn't see the caller ID, but from where I'm sitting it sounds like he was talking to a guy. One of his band mates possibly?
"Okay so it looks like we are going to have to make a little pit stop on the way to the hotel." he tells me as he hung up the phone.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"Well Luke, one of my band mates', car broke down so we have to go pick him up along with the rest of the band."
"So wait you're telling me that not only did I manage to meet 1/4 of 5 Seconds of Summer in one night, but I'm going to meet 4/4 in one night?!"
"Yes, I believe that's what I said, but in a different way." He laughs assuring me.
Oh my god. I cant believe that I have managed to meet 5 Seconds of Summer in one night. I feel like I dont deserve this. There are millions of other girls out there that would kill to be in my position. Why did this happen to me?
We pull up behind a silver car and wait a couple minutes. All of the sudden three guys get out of the car and pile into the back seat of Michael's car.
"Aye mate who's this?" Ashton asks with a smirk on his face.
"Ashton this is Skye, Skye this is Ashton, the one with the lip ring is Luke, and the Asian lookking one is Calum." Michael tells me even though I already know the band.
"Trust me, I know their names," I laugh.
"I am not Asian!" Calum yelled from the backseat.
"Ouch mate some of us want to keep our ears." Luke scolds him.
I can tell this is going to be a long drive.
