My first- A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

Chapter 18

Michael gripped my waist, digging his nails into my skin. I slid off of him and he aggressively took my hand and pulled me behind him. By the time we reached his bed a trail of clothes scattered the floor. He pushed me into the bed, our lips still attached. Michael's phone vibrated loudly in his pocket and sighed, he threw his phone on the floor and looked at my lips hungrily.

Michael hovered over me, one hand knotted in my hair. The door swung open, causing my head to snap towards the figure standing in the hall way. Michael cussed under his breath and angrily glared at Calum.

"I left my phone." He tried to keep his eyes off of us.

"Get out!!!!" Michael threw a pillow in Calum's direction.

"We tried to call first!" He yelled as he ran out of the room.

My face burned with embarrassment and I pulled Michael's sheet over my face.

"Sorry Babe." Michael said while closing the door. He swiftly threw himself in bed and tried to continue where we left off. I turned my head before his lips connected to mine.

"I'm hungry." I pouted.

"It's like 3 a.m." He stated. He obviously wasn't content where we ended.

"Plus you haven't taken me out to dinner yet." I kissed his cheek and stood up from bed.

"Wanna invite Ash and Everett?" I hoped he would say yes, because any time alone with him was only going to lead to one thing.

"Where in the heck are we gonna go?" He shook his head.

"Surprise me." I smiled and found myself in front of his mirror. I slipped my shirt over my head and ran my fingers through my messy hair. He stood behind me, his hands on my waste and I smiled at our reflection. No matter how odd we might look together, two people's personalities have ever been so compatible.

"I texted Ashton. They are gonna meet us there. Are you ready?" Michael planted a quick kiss on my temple and grabbed my hand.

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I smiled as Michael's car pulled into I-Hop. It was raining lightly when he opened my door. His classic smirk took its place on his face.

"What are you thinking about?" I bit my lower lip.

"That night after Ash's party. It was raining and you were wearing a white shirt. I could see straight through it." He pinned me against the car and whispered into my ear. He licked his lips, my eyes searched the parking lot desperately.

"Look there's Ashton's car." I pointed out. We walked hand in hand when we noticed what was movement inside his car. Music was blaring through his speakers and he had one hand on Everett's butt and one on her cheek. Everett straddled his lap, slowing rocky backing in forth on his groin and their lips continued to make contact. Her fingers were imbedded in his hair, occasionally she tugged lightly.

"Oh shit." Michael whispered.

"Do something!" I nudged him.

"No. If you won't let me finish, at least let them." He let go of my hand and walked towards the restaurant. I rolled my eyes before knocking on Ashton's window. They both turned to me, somewhat shocked and embarrassed.

"I'll meet you guys inside." I motioned to the two of them. Everett nodded her head and slid off of Ashton's lap. I rubbed my arms as the rain continued to dampen my clothes.

I took my time walking inside, I wasn't ready to deal with Michael yet. I was somewhat angered by his want for physical contact. I wondered if that's all I was to him, just another girl for him to have sex with. I was thankful I invited Everett and Ashton because this dinner could have been beyond awkward.

I was greeted by a smiling guy in a blue apron. His name tag said Aaron and his blue eyes sparkled.

"How many?" He asked, menus in hand.

"I think we already have a table." I smiled politely. I spotted Michael in the corner slouched in the booth, his arms crossed over his chest. I sat next to him, avoiding his gaze behind a menu. Everett and Ashton joined us a few moments later and I was glad they saved me from the awkward silence.

Michael and Ashton carried on conversation about their band and Everett sat comfortably under Ashton's arm. I tapped my fingers repeatedly on the table and waited for our waiter.

"Hey guys. What can I get you?" I looked up to find Aaron's blue eyes.

"Any suggestions?" I put my chin in my hand and looked up towards him. His smile widened and he put one arm on the table, looking over my menu.

"I don't think she needs any help, actually. Just bring her pancakes or some shit." Michael clenched his jaw and balled his hands into a fist on top of the table. Aaron's looked stunned by Michael's statement.

"You'll have to ignore him. He's kinda tired , but pancakes sound great." I avoided Michael's gaze as Aaron took everyone else's orders.

Our pancakes came out a few minutes later, adorned with whip cream. Ashton scooped whipped cream onto his finger and wiped it on the end of Everett's nose. Her jaw dropped and she giggled when he licked it off of her nose. Seeing them all cute and happy make me uncomfortable. Her side of the table was in love, and mine was undergoing a silent treatment from both ends. I excused myself to the bathroom to escape from them all.

When I came back out, the only thing left at our table were empty plates. They were all awaiting in their cars. I made my way to the entrance when someone grabbed my arm. I turned to find Aaron standing before me.

"Your boyfriend in kind of a douche. Call me whenever you realize that." He winked and slipped a piece of paper into my hands. I tucked a piece of hair behind my hair and waved goodbye.

As soon as I was out of Aaron's sight, I crumpled the paper and threw it down on the sidewalk. I knew Michael would flip if he ever found it. Ashton's car was already gone, and Michael's red car was the only one left in the parking lot. I stepped down into the silent car and waited for him to start the car, but he kept his body positioned towards me.

"What'd he give you?" He couldn't hide the anger in his voice.

"Nothing Michael. What are you talking about?" I took a deep breath and prayed our fighting would end soon.

"Bull shit. He had his eyes all fucking over you tonight. Did he give you his number?" He slammed his hand onto his stealing wheel and stared at me intensely.

"He better find his damn place because you are mine and only mine." He continued.

"Oh so is that just sexually? Maybe he just liked my personality." I wasn't remotely interested in Aaron but it was the only way to get my answer.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" His voice softened.

"It's starting to seem like all you want from me is sex. You think you'd be a little understanding since I've never..." My voice trailed off.

"Shit. You've never? I had no idea." He took my hands in his and looked at me apologetically. I shook my head and stared at the floor board. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I knew I definitely wasn't going to be Michael's first, that positioned was filled long ago. I tried not to think of the other girls as jealously consumed me.

"Look, I don't want you just for sex. I'm attracted to every aspect of you. To your smile, to your life, to your appreciation of life. Sometimes I just can't resist you." The corner of his mouth rose up slightly.

"Can we just go back home? In tired." I stared out at the empty street. He dropped my hands and put them on the steering wheel.