drunken secrets- 5sos fanfic

Chapter 15

Olivias POV-

Approaching Michaels block, I am greeted by him, holding his hands behind his back and grinning like an idiot. "Hi, could this not have waited?" I questioned, placing my hand on my hip.

"Not really, I was meant to show you before you met her but you left too fast for me to get round to it."

"So it could have but you were being impatient?"

"Do you want this surprise or not?" He says, turning his head to the side like a playful puppy.

"I suppose," I say, winking.

"I have to blindfold you." He states, giggling immaturely.

"Okay." He creeps over to me, holding out this black cloth. He walks behind me, and pulls the cloth over my eyes, not being careful of my eyebrows or my mascara, and secures it tightly.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"3?" 

"You 100% can't see," he said, laughing as my guess was probably really stupid, "I am going to lead you, and please just trust me."

"Okay." He grabs my shoulder with one hand and places his other hand on my hip, and pushes me a bit notifying me to walk.

 I feel the air around me change, which makes me realise that we are inside. It smells almost chemically like we were inside a factory or something. We then walk into a different surrounding, and I hear doors close, making me presume that it is an elevator. I was being introduced to a whole new side of Michaels 'apartment', which was now made clear to me that he owned the whole block, rather than just his little room. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the elevator letting us know we could go out, and I walked out with Michaels guidance, feeling the air around me go cold, and hearing the sound of my shoes on the floor echoing.

"We are here baby," he states, untying the black material from around my eyes. The lights are a blinding white, and I look around and see Michaels range rover, a red g- wagon and a matte black Porche 911, showing me that it is his garage.

"So, what's the surprise?" I interrogate, confused as to why he has bought me up here. He points to the Porche.

"That," He grins.

"What do you mean?" I could feel my heart racing in my chest.

"The fucking car. It's yours."

"Seriously? Why did you get me this!?"

"I don't want to have to run you around all the time, and although it only has two seats, you can take your friends out in it," he explains. I run over to him and he pulls the keys out of his pocket, holding out for me to get. The keys consist of the car key, a keyring with the last picture we took together before he left, and another silver key, that also had a code attached to it.

"Whats this silver key?"

"The key to the apartment and the code is so that you can get into the block. It's basically me asking you to move in." I was lost for words. I just stood there, with my eyebrows raised and my jaw on the floor. "Say something then"

"I don't know what to say. First, you give me a really expensive car, and now you are asking me to move in?"

"Just say yes."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" I run to him and hug him, and he pulls my legs up around his waist. For the first time, I initiate our kiss, and he carries me over to the bonnet of my car and places me on top of it, keeping the kiss flowing. He lies me down and tickles my now exposed stomach making me laugh. Pulling away from our kiss, he looks into my eyes with a look asking for permission. I nod, as he began taking over my senses, causing the day's excitement to shoot through the roof.

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one week later

Olivias POV-

I walk into the kitchen, finishing my iced coffee and placing my cup in the sink. Michaels kitchen wasn't big but he had an island in the middle of the room that held the sink. His apartment was open plan. 

I was home alone because Michael had gone out to see the band for drinks. I opened the fridge to see that there was nothing except some cucumber and leftover pizza, so I opted for the pizza for dinner, microwaving it so that the cheese melts. 

I waltz back into the living area and sit on the white leather sofa, and grab the tv remote. His tv was huge, nothing like I had ever seen before. I switch it on and the news is the first thing that comes on. I go to switch it over, but their breaking news headline caught my eye-

Breaking: 4 boys involved in a major car crash in Birmingham town centre and have been rushed to hospital with possibly fatal injuries. 

I continued watching. They spoke about the details when they got further updates.

The 4 males, aged between 20-26, known better as the members of band '5 seconds of summer'-

The sound of the tv faded and I began to feel faint. My head spiralled- I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I began to panic, standing up and frantically grabbing my keys. I guessed that they would be at the nearest hospital, which is the St. George Hospital, and I clambered in my car and drove faster than I ever have before to get there.

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The hospital was frantic, people running around everywhere. I went to the injuries ward and went up to the front desk. "Hi, I was wondering if you know anything about a crash involving 4 males?" The woman face looked blank.

"You're going to need to be more exact ma'am." She said. I felt my blood boiling.

"What do you mean? Do you have 4 males in here who have been involved in a fatal crash?" She still looked blank.

"Yes we do, but unfortunately I cannot let you in." Was she fucking serious?

"Look, the person driving the car was my fucking boyfriend, so if you don't mind, I would like to know where the fuck they are." The woman looked completely taken back. She called over her colleague. 

"Hi lovely, only one of the boys came out of the crash with bad injuries and the rest only had bad whiplash. The person in the other vehicle was also injured, again only with whiplash and a slight cut on his bottom lip." I felt awful but I was praying that Michael was one of the okay ones. I rubbed my head in frustration.

"Which one is hurt badly, and how badly?"

"Michael Clifford. He has a slight concussion, and also he has split his head open, which needed stitches." I was relieved that it wasn't as bad as a coma, however, I just wanted to be with him.

"Thankyou," I said, and I ran to his room.