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Holiday-Mike Joyce

@iluvdasmiths sorry it took so long, school's been a pain in the arse!

"Shall we go on holiday?"

While sat on the sofa, the question came literally out of the blue. Nevertheless, I was excited as ever. Mike was thankfully home for a few weeks and I wasn't bored with continuous 'Smiths Talk'. I couldn't say no to the offer of going to sunny Spain or whatever we decided on.

"Hell yeah." I agreed, turning towards him. He was sitting opposite me in some shorts. It had been a very nice and warm day for England and we were both cooling down while the rain was now pouring outside. It obviously couldn't stay sunny for days, this was still the UK.

"I knew you wouldn't say no, so go on and pack your suitcase. There's a flight booked for tonight." He waved two tickets in front of my face, not letting me get a chance to see where we were going to.
I smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips before storming upstairs to fill my suitcase.

"Is it gonna be sunny?" I asked, looking behind me to see Mike standing in the doorway. "I can't be packing summer dresses and t-shirts if we're going somewhere where it's winter."

Mike chuckled. "Of course we're going somewhere sunny. We can't be stuck in boring, cold England, aye?"
I smiled, grabbing whatever kind of summerwear I could find in the closet. Mike was sweet enough to help me pack my toiletries and we were soon standing outside our house with two stuffed suitcases. I locked the door and we stepped into our car.

"When are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked, leaning against his shoulder as we were about to board the plane.

"You'll hear it from the pilot once we're on the plane." He smirked, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I sat down in my seat and excitedly waited for the pilot to welcome us on his flight. Mike could definitely tell I couldn't wait any longer and leaned into me to whisper our destination in my ear.

"Sicily."

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"Welcome to our stay for a couple of weeks." Mike ushered me inside our hotel room and I rolled my suitcase inside. We'd seen plenty of hotel rooms in the history of the Smiths' tour but never had one that had such a perfect view of the Mediterranean Sea. I opened the doors to reveal a little balcony and inhaled the scent of the sea. Mike soon joined in and hugged me from behind. It was already visibly warmer in Sicily than in the UK, despite it being midnight. I turned around in his arms to get ourselves out of the hotel room at the same speed we entered it and the confusion was written all over his face when I pulled him into the elevator. Once arrived at the bottom floor, I took his hand again and led him out on the streets. I looked around for road signs before finding the one I needed and we walked down some stairs until our feet touched the soft sand of Sicily's beach. It was completely dark and the only light that helped us find our way to the sea itself were some faint lamps from the hotel. I pulled my dress over my head and carefully walked until the cold water of the sea hit my heated skin.

"Are you coming?" I asked Mike who was watching me with a smile on his lips. My words pulled him out of his trance and he discarded his shirt on the sand next to my dress, running into the water to lift me into his arms. I squealed loudly, not caring about the hotel guests or anyone else that was possibly asleep at this hour. I rested my head against his and watched his eyes in the dim lights. Just before I could press a kiss to his lips, I was thrown into the cold water and screamed out, pulling Mike with me.

"You bastard!" I laughed, swimming into his arms again.

"Hmmm.. I love you too." Mike murmured, pulling us onto the sand again. We sat down on the beach, our feet ocassionally hitting the water when a wave came near. I cuddled into his side, having really cooled down from the water.

"This is promising for the rest of the holiday." I whispered, kissing him deeply.

"I hope it is, love."