@The Scare

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Tour was set with in a week, sixteen shows in five weeks. Unfortunately, it was set for when I’m seven and a half weeks. Doctor Reynolds told me he would rather me stay home, just to make sure nothing bad happens. Thankfully, we still have three months till we have to really worry about that.

I was currently sitting in the living room, scrolling through Tumblr on my laptop. There were so many pictures of us and the boys, it’s so strange. I use to sit here and wish I was one of those girls, and here I am, one of those girls. The weirder thing is that some of the fan photos I find of us are really good. There was one of Toni and I from yesterday at Starbucks, the way I was standing you could see my baby bump which has gotten noticeably larger over the past few days. Of course, when you’re on Tumblr, there is always porn somewhere on your dash, and today there was a lot.

“That was hot.” A voice laughed after I rolled past a porn gif. “Go back up.” I turned to see Michael.

“No, go on your own Tumblr.” I laughed.

“Fine, but I’m sitting with you.” He said, jumping over the back of the couch, pulling out his phone. “How are you?”

I shrugged, “I’m good, Rose has been super calm today.” I smiled, rubbing my stomach.

“Shes probably still sleeping.” He said, poking me. “Today is going to be a lazy day.”

“I know. I don’t plan on leaving the house.” I turned back to my laptop. “Tumblr will be my entertainment today.”

He laughed. “I might say the same. Should I have a go at the fam?”

“What do you mean?” I cocked an eyebrow.

He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “Should I screen shot something funny from Tumblr and tweet it?”

“Do it.” I laughed. “Make it something about you, like and AU or something.”

“That’s an amazing idea, I’ll search my tag.” He laughed, more to himself, as he typed on his phone. “I got one!” He said a few moments later. “Listen. ‘Imagine, walking home in the pouring rain, a car pulls up and the window rolls down revealing Michael Clifford, he asks if you need a ride but when you reach for the door he drives up a little, and the continued till he finally told you to get in and took you to his house and gave you dry clothes.’ I’m not that mean, but it would be pretty funny to do.” He laughed, taking a screenshot and then posting it to twitter. “Here we go.”

I shook my head. “You’re crazy. I’m about to stalk your twitter though, just to see what’s going to happen.” I logged on to twitter and clicked on his tweet. Just as he thought, people started going crazy saying they knew he had a Tumblr. I just laughed, shaking my head. Luckily, he didn't have anything to connect him to it. “You have fun with this. I think I will just stick to Tumblr for the day.” I said, logging out of twitter.

About thirty minutes later, #MichaelsTumblr was trending, and I had over a hundred messages asking if I had it. I replied to all of them saying no, because honestly he had never told me what it was. I finally got off, stretching. “Do you know where Ashton is?”

“Um, I’m pretty sure he is downstairs drumming.” He said looking up from his phone, still on tumblr himself.

I put my laptop on the table and made my way to the studio, I stopped at the door, just listening to him drum. He had headphones in and was playing to whatever song was playing. When he was done, he looked up and smiled.

“How long have you been there?”

“Not long. You were in the zone, I couldn’t bother you.” I smiled at him.

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