groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• twenty - three •

I woke up to an empty bed that I've never been in, which I assumed was michaels obviously, and a throbbing headache.

I slowly got out of the bed, trying not to worsen the pounding feeling in my brain.

"Good Morning, beautiful." Michael said, walking into the room with a bowl of cereal.

I smiled weakly at him, running a hand through my knotted hair. he walked over to me and kissed my temple before taking another bite of lucky charms. I opened my mouth, he chuckled before feeding me a bite. the small hit my very empty stomach and I literally almost threw up.

"goddamn I'm so hungover." I groaned, walking towards an empty door which I could was the bathroom. I checked my self out realizing I had a loose shirt on instead of my dress, which I assumed would still be on.

"Did you change me out last night?" I questioned Michael who walked into the restroom.

"Yeah. You were trying to take it off so I decided to help." He shrugged and drank the remaining milk in his bowl, "by the way you're like, really horny when you're drunk." he chuckled and walked out.

"Oh great." I said to myself, horny and drunk gwen are not 2 things to be out together

+

"I kinda wanna go to the look out. you know the place when we cuddled for the first time." Michael said, scrolling through his phone. I glanced at him, "then let's go." I said plainly.

"really?" his eyes shimmered and he stood up.

"yeah I'll go get a jacket." with that, I rushed to Michael room and grabbed a jacket that was hanging in the closet. it turned out to be a black pullover that smelled absolutely amazing. hey! I'm not complaining...

Michael rested his hand on my thigh the ride there, singing along to the radio.

We stopped at the top of the hill, turning the car off and getting out of the car. Michael, like last time, took a blanket out of the trunk and something new, a camera.

He laid the blanket out, sitting down and patting the spot next to him. I sat beside him, cuddling into him. He raised the camera above us and snapped a quick picture.

"What was that?" I asked a bit surprised.

"I bought this Polaroid camera at this small shop, I thought it would be nice to just... take picture of us. to have memories. and to also have some to look at during the tour." his voice lowered a bit, and he looked down. he looked pretty sad. I had forgotten about the tour. I wouldn't see Michael for at least 5 months. and he'll most likely go to Australia for awhile to see his family, so basically 6 months. it's going to kill me.

"the tour." I said, sighing a bit.

"Awh, I know it's going to suck, but we'll be together again. Hey, we have 3 and a half weeks left babe, lets make the most of it." he kissed my temple and a smiled, I peeked my eyes open when he wasn't leaving his lips off of my temple, then I realized he was trying to take a picture. I giggled to myself, waiting to hear the click of the camera. when I did I finally moved.

"God, it wouldn't take the damn picture." he sighed, watched as the second picture fell out of the camera. he placed the camera and the pictures to the side. he laid down, pulling me on top of him.

"kiss me." he said after awhile of just staring. it didn't take long for me to lean down and connect our lips.

they moved perfectly in sync, which I loved. my legs were on both sides of his hips, my hands in his hair. his hands were placed on my hips, slightly underneath my shirt.

his tongue traced my lower lip before slipping into my mouth. I parted my lips slightly, allowing more entrance. he pulled my hips down, pushing closer to his. his hands slowly went further up my shirt, stopping and my rib cage. one hand ran up and down my side and the other still gripped my hip. I moved up to get closer, which made me grind on him. he let out a low groan and pushed his hips up slightly. I could tell he had a hard on and it kind of made me want to giggle. not because he was turned on, because he was turned on because of me. I pressed down harder and he moved his lips off mine to moan louder.

"Goddamnit Gwen." he groaned, tightening his grip on my waist.

"what?" I asked innocently, moving up and down harder and slower. his eyes moved up and his head moved up also.

"you're-" he bit his lip

"I'm what?" I said, lifting my upper half up and placing my hands on his stomach, I traced my hands into his shirt and rubbed up and back down to his jeans.

"If you don't stop I'll take you." he breathed out, "right here, right now." he warned.

I sighed and got off of him, "love how I can turn you on so quickly." I laughed, pecking his cheek.

"that's not funny."