groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• twenty - two •

"are you getting ready here?" I asked michael, watching as he cuddled further into the pillows on my bed.

he chuckled, "I am ready."

"Oh." I said, pulling out undergarments to wear after my shower.

"I mean I could shower." he added.

"sure, but after me." I said, walking to my bathroom but of course, being stopped by the majestic Michael Clifford.

"or I could join you." he winked. I laughed, pushing him out of the way.

"in your dreams clifford." I winked at him before going into the bathroom and shutting the door, laughing to myself.

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"heeeeeeeyyy." Michael said, poking at my cheek for the 5th time since I've been getting ready.

I sighed deeply, "yes Michael?" I said, applying a small coat of mascara on my lashes.

"I'm glad we met." he said kissing my cheek. I smiled, nodding. "Me too."

"ready?" he asked as I stood up. I nodded, reaching up and kissing him lightly on the lips. "prepare your anus!" he yelled, running out of my room. I heard calum yell back something like, "I'm ready baby."

God these boys are so... weird.

I love it!

the drive to the club was filled with random conversations about octopus babies and monkey toes. no clue why.

"I don't get how you guys can just walk in here and freely drink. the people that own this place could literally get in so much trouble from under aged drinking." Lucy said, taking another shot of god knows what.

"it's called fame, babe." Calum wrapped his arm tighter around Lucy.

"I wish I was famous." I frowned, soon realizing how dumb I sounded, "never mind, famous people are mean."

"I'm not mean." ashton frowned, pouting at me.

"of course ash, you're not mean. none of you guys are." I reassured them.

"anyways! let's get some drinks!" Michael yelled, waving over a tall man who had been serving vip.

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5 shots , 2 big ass drinks, I didn't even know what they were called, and 1 margarita later, I was absolutely wasted. I wasn't even able to walk let alone talk right. Michael had been drinking but not as much as me. he said that he had to 'take care of me', so he decided to go easy on the drinks for himself. sweet move honestly.

"Mikey." I slurred, leaning into him, moving my index finger to his bottom lip. I touched it a few times before making kissing noises.

"yes, Gwen?" he smiled at what I was doing.

"you're, you are, like, like really," I had to think, "prett-" i hiccuped, "-y. haha pretty."

"and you're drunk." he nodded his head, taking my finger away from his lips before kissing my knuckles. I took my hand away from his grasp. I grabbed his chin and brought his lips to mine, kissing him sloppily.

"let's go dance." I smiled, taking his hands and forcing him to stand on his feet. he followed behind me, not really having much of a choice considering I was dragging him.

he didn't really move, just grabbed my waist and swayed.

I put my fingers in my hair and started to move my hips, pulsing to the beat. I pushed myself closer to him. he buried his head in my neck, kissing at the spot between my collar bones and my neck. he sucked on the sensitive skin, causing a moan to escape the back on my throat.

his hands traveled down to my ass and he squeezed softly before running his hands back up my back.

I kissed him, tasting the alcohol on both of our mouths. he grabbed my hips and brought them close to his.

whenever things started getting heated, luke tapped Michael on the shoulder.

"sorry to break up your dry, clothed, sex, but we're leaving." he pointed to the guys and Lucy walking out of the club.

Michael nodded and i hummed.

"let's get out of here." I smirked, making Michael nod and gulp.

the car ride was far from silent. Lucy was like, cackling, I was staring at absolutely nothing, still drunk off my ass, and loud music was playing from the stereo.

Michael placed his hand on my bare thigh making me glance up at him. he didn't glance back, just continued staring out of the window, watching as the cars and road signs zoomed by.

I placed my hand on top of michaels, sliding it further up my thigh. his pinky finger brushed the outside of my underwear making me moan on accident. ashton looked at me and michaels hand before blushing and looking away quickly.

Michael leaned his head on mine, moving his hand away from my area. I might've maybe wanted him to continue but one, we're in a car with all of our friends, and two.... we're in a car with all of our friends...

we arrived at the boys house chortle after that. I guess we're staying at the guys house?

I got out of the car right after Michael, stumbling slightly on my feet. I got really light headed and almost legit fell. Michael grabbed arm, keeping me from falling.

"Woah, want me to carry you?" He offered, making me smile.

"if you w-want." I said, grasping his shoulder. He took that as a yes and scooped me off of my feet.

"wooo." I whispered, laying on his shoulder.

next thing I know, I was laid on top of a bed. I was in and out of sleep, not really understanding what was happening.

I started to pull my dress off of myself, just trying to get out of it. I got it half way off but gave up from the struggle. I felt michaels hands pull the dress off of me, and another loose shirt slowly be pulled onto me.

I tried helping but I was so weak and tired I don't think I was much help.

Covers were pulled over me, and an arm was laid over me, pulling me into their chest.

I was out.

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idk what this was tbfh it's New Year's Eve and I'm like tired as shit ugh.