Chloe's POV
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"I really want to play Mario," Michael declares that afternoon.
"Yea, come on C. Lets all have a game," Heather yawns, wearing a jumper that I went out and got her that said "Baby Loading..." It was pretty cool.
"So, your playing with Olly tonight. Im so scared for you," Sally yawns.
"Oh thanks Sally," Luke fake cries.
"No, I mean the size of the crowd. I couldn't do that," She kisses him.
"Michael Gordon Clifford how dare you pick Mario," I give him the death stare.
"Sorry, didn't know you liked him," Michael takes the piss.
"Meanie. You can be Donkey Kong," I snuggle against him and his arm wraps around my shoulders.
"I love you," he declares, resting his cheek against the top of my head.
"Good, I mean, love you too," I joke and he laughs.
"LUKE HEMMINGS I AM YOSHI. NOT YOU. I!" Sally screams.
"You're worse than us," Michael smirks.
"No we are not. You two are like a yoyo. Up and down-"
"We get it. Thank you Sally," I scowl at her.
We play Mario and Heather wins one and I win two.
"I really can't play Mario," Ashton pops the controller down and skips to his room.
"We should probably get ready," Michael stands up but starts swaying.
"Mikey? Are you ok?" I wrap my arms around his torso.
"Just a little scared," he mumbles, hugging me.
"You listen here, you are going to be amazing. Your gonna be like the new versions of All Time Low. Mikey, you can be Jack because hes my favourite," I burble and Michael laughs.
I feel someone press against my back and its Cal. He has decided to join our cuddle.
"I lub chu Ceowie," Calum says in a baby voice and I giggle.
"Lub chu too Cawum," I mumble, feeling as though I'm sinking into Michael.
"Heather Eileen Dalgleish, if I die from a panic attack on stage, so you swear you'll look after the baby and tell it what an amazing daddy it had?" Ash jokes kissing Heather.
"I will, I will," she laughs, "you better fucking not."
Michael looks at me with his big green eyes. He looked so scared.
"Clifford!" Luke screams causing Michael to jump out of his skin.
It made me laugh.
When we finally get to the bloody arena in Miami, Michael becomes rather excited.
"OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING!" Michael squeals, his voice loud and his facial expression is priceless.
"Its happening Mikey. And your going to be famous one day,"
Calum was fiddling with his phone.
"Cal?"
"Yeah?" He replies, his brown eyes meeting mine.
"You ok?"
"Im just a little scared," He shrugs and opens his arms to hug me.
"Your gonna be ok. I promise. You'll go out there and knock em dead. You all will," I say, rejoining with Mikey.
