Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 37

"EL!" the voice was not to be mistaken by as Michael's voice rings through the airport. I flip my head to my side, seeing him making his way through the crowd, people either widening their eyes at the sight of him, or giving him disapproving looks.

When he's approached me, his arms makes their way around my waist as he swings me around, me laughing as I see everybody stare, before he sets me down, pressing his lips to mine. I smile through the kiss, kissing back as I let my arms snake around his neck. People were probably taking pictures, but right now I didn't care. We'd only been apart for like three weeks, but it felt like an eternity. He finally pulls away, pressing our foreheads together as he smiles widely, his eyes still closed, his hands on my waist holding me close to him. "I've missed you," he finally says, opening his eyes to look at me like he didn't believe I was actually here. I didn't believe it either, I was in freaking Paris with my boyfriend! He then pulls me in his embrace, holding me close.

"I've missed you too," I say into his chest, smiling at the feeling of his heart beating loudly against his chest, his warm body warming mine after sitting in a freakily cold airplane for hours. After what feels like forever, we pull away, Michael grabbing my suitcase with one hand as he grabs my hand with the other one, intertwining our fingers. It was morning here, I had left from New York on Thursday morning. And I had slept pretty much all the way to my surprise, so my jet lag shouldn't be too bad.

We exit the airport, Michael leading me over to a car where someone was waiting for us. He gave the suitcase to the guy, both of us sitting in, Michael wrapping his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer again. I laugh a bit, as I wrap my arms around his waist. On the way to the hotel, both of us are looking out the window in awe. I smile as I see the Eiffel Tower, Michael promising we'd go there today or tomorrow.

The guys had a part of the hotel, with a living room they could use for themselves. Calum was complaining about How I Met Your Mother was in French, Ashton sitting with his computer, Luke lying on the couch, looking up at the ceiling with headphones in his ears. "He misses Maddie," Ashton explains as he looks up at me. "Bonjour," then says. "That's about the only French I know." I laugh a bit.

"Yeah, welcome to the city of love," Calum says, looking up at. "Probably one of the reasons why Luke is bummed is that he's in the city of love without his love."

"I'm sure he'll take her here sometime. This is one of the only places she hasn't been that she wants to go."

"Really?" Luke says, now having taken one of the headphones out of his ear. "She travels all the time, and she's never been to Paris?"

"Kind of weird, right?" I say, nodding. "I mean, she's been in France before, and she knows a bit of French, but that's about it." Luke sighs, lying his head back.

"I just... I miss her so badly, it's insane." I sigh a bit, sitting on the couch, as Luke sits up, Michael sitting beside me. I wondered if he knew that she was in London right now and was still going to when we came there. Michael told me that he did, so why was he so sad? He should be excited to see her in just a few days. Luke looks down at his hands. "I hate myself for being such a wreck without her."

"Hey, I'm a wreck without Eleanor," Michael says, making me look at him as he just slightly nods at me.

"Yeah, well, she's here."

"Because my birthday is this Monday, and she was going to London anyways." Luke sighs, shrugging.

"I guess I'm just a bit jealous that you have Eleanor while Maddie's still at home. But I think it's mostly because we're the place you're supposed to be with the one you love."

"I love you Luke!" Calum pouts, hugging Luke who cracks a laugh.

"Not in that way, Cal." I sigh a bit. "But I guess I'm also excited about going back to London. I mean, we have friends there and stuff. You don't just live in London for that long and not misses it."