groupie - michael clifford u.s.

• twenty • eight •

double update 💘 typos but ily

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6 days left.

The same question is still running through my mind.

"Do you play any instruments?" Michael asked, laying on my lap scrolling through his phone.

"No." I half lied, I used to play the guitar and piano but that was long ago, when I was like 13.

"Oh. Wanna learn the guitar?" He asked. I shook my head no, continuing to stare at the random episode of the bachelor. Michael sighed, looking at me before back at his phone.

"Gwen, what's wrong?" He asked, laying his phone on his chest.

"Nothing." I lied, laying my head in my hand. I didn't want to have an argument, because I didn't want Michael to get offended if he thought maybe I didn't trust him alone out of state? I didn't really know what to do.

"Are you still thinking abou-"

"Michael would you ever cheat on me?" I blurted out, staring at my hands. He moved out of my lap and sat up straight, "what?" he squinted his eyes at me.

"Would yo-"

"No. What the fuck, no." he repeated, "no, not in a million years." he stood up and stood in front of me, "why would you ever think that?" He got on his knees in front of me.

"Well I don't know... you're going to be on tour and I know it's hard to be deprived of your wants and I don't know... I saw rumors about how ashton dated this one girl and then he went on tour and cheated on her and I'm scared Michael." I bit the inside of my lip, trying to fight back a few tears.

"Gwen," he said grabbing my hands, "First off, I have a hand, second, in not ashton, and you're special." he made me laugh about the hint to jacking off, "ashton and that girl weren't really that serious if you ask me, she was a fuckbuddy that thought she was something special. You on the other hand, are not my fuckbuddy. We haven't even done those things. But I don't care, I'll wait as long as I have to. It doesn't matter. Yes that used to be all I wanted but I've been thinking about it a lot and as long as I have you, it's okay. I don't need those things if I have you. Don't ever, ever, think I would cheat on you. No one could compare to you. Plus the groupies that I would hook up with if I wasn't with you are just... loose and gross, okay." He shook his head laughing to himself a bit. I smiled and nodded, looking at our hands that were fit perfectly together.

"But do you get what I'm saying?" He asked, tipping my head up so I could look at him.

"Yes I understand, thank you." I smiled, bending forward and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. I lingered before kissing his lips briefly.

"Never think about that again. Please, it hurts me to think about losing you, so I would never take the chance baby." He kissed me again, this time a bit longer. He moved away and sat back next to me, "Wanna go cuddle in your room and watch Netflix on the MacBook?" He suggested. I nodded, standing up and rushing off the room, Michael chasing behind me. I threw myself on the bed and grabbed the laptop, clicking on my shortcut to Netflix and finding a movie.

Michael turned the lights off and laid on the side he usually laid on.

I clicked a horror film and laid it between our bodies that we're currently molded together.

I'm glad he said what he did, cause I know it was the truth.

No more stressing.