My Baby Daddy || Michael Clifford

Chapter 13

*Harley's P.O.V*

It's been over a month since the boys have left to Adelaide. I haven't seen them since. At least one of them skypes me every night. Last night it was Ashton and Calum. They were messing around and being stupid. They should be coming home soon. I hope.

Their tours over, their not doing any more shows but One Direction are: they're currently in Japan. They don't finish till 3rd November. 5 Sauce finished their last show 30th October. It's now 1st November and I'm becoming restless. I miss them loads. I miss my brother, I miss Michael.

I was making myself lunch, a bacon and sausage baguette, when the buzzer went off. Taking the pan off the ring and turning it off for safety precautions, I walked over to the security panel beside the front door. (A.N// ok the security thing is hard to describe so just look at the picture on the side. That's what it is)

I pressed the button and spoke into the speaker "hello?"

"Uh hi? It's a friend of Harry's and I've... forgotten the code? Can you buzz me in?" The voice asked sweetly.

Psssffftttt yeah right. "Oh sureeeeee. What's your name?" I asked the voice, eyebrows raised.

"M-Luke" I rolled my eyes.

"Well Mluke, come right in" I sniggered and buzzed Mluke in. I know exactly who it is. The gates opened and a black BMW came in. Walking over to the front door I unlocked it and prepared to be greeted by the familiar galaxy haired boy.

But he wasn't galaxy haired.

"YOU DIED YOUR HAIR AGAIN?" I shouted from the door as his white head popped out the car door. He looked up at me and grinned widely. "It's not even blonde, it's..... White"

"I know" He grinned and walked over to me. The car driving off. "I'm the male version of Lou Teasdale"

I shook my head smiling at him. He only had a rucksack with him. "Aren't you staying long?" I pouted

"Huh?" He looked down at his rucksack "Oh no I am. I just figured I'll nick Harry's clothes" He twitched his nose.

"What a lie" I scoffed at him. Making him look at me sharply "your nose twitches when your either nervous, feel uncomfortable or when you lie. You didn't forget your luggage - I bet you lost it!" (A.N// He does that in reality as well. Anyone else noticed that? He touches his nose or it twitches)

"Wow. And how would you know?" He smirked as he walked in the house. I shut the door and followed him to the kitchen.

"Cause I'm one of your stalker fans" I squealed and jumped on his back, making him stumble slightly. I put my arms round his neck as he placed his large hands under my thy's.

"Your crazy" He chuckled. "Oohhhh is that bacon and sausage?"

"Yes and it's mine" I jumped off his back and walked over to the hob, putting the half cooked meat, into fry again.

"There's just enough for us both there. I mean here is the normal amount of food for 3 people but we could make it work. There's 7 sausages and 9 rashes of bacon. You eat loads. Damn. Your the female me" Michael commented, peering over my shoulder. Resting his head on my shoulder

"Harley" He whispered In my ear, his warm breath sending shivers on my spine. He placed his arms round my waist so my back was up against his front.

"Y-yeah?" I stuttered as I took some bacon rashes out of the pan and put them in two baguettes. I did the same with the sausages.

"I love you" He whispered into my neck. I could feel his smile as he spoke. I grinned to myself as I picked up the ketchup and squirted it in both baguettes.

"I love you too" I said quietly.

"Good" he breathed out shakily, tightening his arms around my waist. "There's something I want to ask you"

"Shoot" I spoke as I turned the hot rings off. I turned around in his arms and smiled up at him.

"Will you, ahem" he turned his head and coughed into his elbow "will you be my girlfriend?"

What? Oh my god. Yassssssss. After months of dreaming about this moment, it's actually here. It's actually happening.

"Yeah!" I grinned. He smiled and leant down and slowly, painfully slowly, he connected our lips. It was a slow and loving kiss. Not fast and rushed, but it was passionate. His lips were the perfect moisture and moved in sync with my own.

I pouted in disappointment when he broke away. He just chuckled at me and grabbed one of the baguettes I made before going into the living room. Typical Michael. Following his actions I went into the living room as well.