DM's || Michael Clifford (Completed)

25. Holy fuck.

Hi, so sorry for how long this has taken, I think I'm going to have a certain day I can update by because i am just losing track of time.. So I'll update every Monday. :) and I hope you like this, it's just getting interesting ;) anyway, tell me what you think, vote and comment xx

3 Months Later

You and Michael had been dating for 4 months, you hadn't had any more encounters with strange women trying to take Michael away from you. You had been touring for a while, and you were on a break. Your parents and Elliot had gone on holiday to Jamaica so Michael asked you to stay with him in Australia. You had just arrived in Australia and parted with the boys. You were nervous to meet Michaels parents, but you had no choice in the matter seeing as you were already at their house waiting for them to come home from work.

"Y/n, please can we play some video games?" Michael asked from beside you while you were sitting on the sofa watching a movie.

"I've already told you, you can. But, I don't want to, I'm too nervous." You admitted, you really couldn't concentrate and you knew Michael would beat you.

"Y/n, if this is about the storm then-"

"Michael! I'm not nervous about the storm." You almost shouted, just wanting him to drop the subject. You couldn't stop thinking about whether his parents were going to like you, or if you say something wrong by accident. And the weather? There was thunder interrupting your thoughts every 2 minutes and lightning made the room light up as the reflection of rain on the window added to the surroundings.

"If it's not the storm that's making you nervous, then what is it?" He asked suspiciously. When you didn't answer straight away Michael thought he'd add to the hole he was digging. "Is it the time of the month?"

"What?" You asked, suddenly getting annoyed. Why was it that when boys ask if you're on your period or assume that you're on your period depending on your behaviour makes you so mad and defensive? Because it's rude, that's why. It's none of their business, and what difference does it make?

"Michael.. I swear to god if you don't.." You began but you got cut off by the door opening and closing.

"Mum?" Michael called, "Dad?" He asked as he stood up. "We're in the living room."

"Michael?" You heard his mum call and you suddenly felt sick. Why were you so nervous? You saw her walk in and she opened up her arms wide and Michael ran straight into them as she hugged him tight. You felt a little bit at ease when you saw Michael and Karen together. When they pulled away from each other her eyes trailed over you for a split second before she smiled widely.

"Hello, y/n. I've heard so much about you." She laughed before she opened her arms for you aswell. You hesitated but you still hugged her which made you feel so much better.

"You're beautiful." Karen whispered in your ear just before you pulled away. You blushed as you ducked your head. You weren't expecting that. Daryl, Michael's dad, walked in and took a double take at his son and you.

"Wow Michael, this is unexpected." He laughed as he looked at you up and down making you self conscious.

"What?" Michael asked making Daryl laugh.

"I was expecting you to bring home some troll, but I'm very surprised. Are you a model?" He asked and again, you blushed.

"Uh, no. I'm not a model." You laughed, making Michael tut.

"Oh, you look like one. Like an underwear model." He said before winking. You found yourself laughing before Karen gently hit him in the chest.

"Don't scare her, now come help me with dinner." She ordered before they both left the room leaving you and Michael.