Michael arrived in England the next day, soon after I had gotten my perm. He looked at me and his mouth flew open before he exclaimed, "You look so beautiful! I've missed you.."

"I've missed you too," I almost began to cry.

"Is this permanent or just for today?" He played with my curls, looking down at me.

I smiled at him and answered, "Permanent, well, for about a year."

"Good. I love it," he smiled, "And I love you." He kissed me.

When we got back to Paris's, I could tell he was jet lagged, so we laid on the couch together, and we soon fell asleep.

I had woken up not too long after that since I hadn't been very tired. I checked my phone, and I had about seven texts from Louis.

I turned my notifications off and acted like I didn't see the texts. I couldn't risk starting to text Louis, then having to go to the washroom and leaving my phone in the living room with Michael, with it receiving sexual texts from a guy other than Michael. I did not want that happening, so I didn't text Louis back.

Michael woke up a few minutes after I did, and we cuddled a little while watching tv. He had his arm around my back, and I laid my head on his shoulder.

Every once in a while, Michael would kiss me quickly, then I'd try to kiss him too, and it would turn into a make out session. While we were making out, Paris came down the stairs and walked into the living room where Michael and I were.

"Uck, guys, get a room," Paris rolled her eyes and walked back out.

"Maybe we should," I whispered to Michael, breaking the kiss for just a second.

We both decided to stand up. Michael whispered, "Jump," onto my lips, so I did. He carried me up the stairs to the guest room where he closed the door behind us before pushing me onto the wall, kissing me. I got off of him and stood there.

Michael quickly pulled my shirt off of me, then he took his off as well. He threw them across the room. I pulled my pants off of myself without breaking the kiss. I unbuttoned his pants as he kissed my jawline, "I love you so much, baby.."

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When Paris was sitting on the couch later, Michael and I walked back downstairs and sat next to her. I smiled at her before looking at what she was watching.

"What did I hear going on in the guest room?" She smirked at me. I bit my lip, looking at Michael and grinning.

"Nothing that you need to know," I said after a minute of contemplation. Michael made weird faces at me, making me laugh.

"I don't get you two sometimes.." Paris rolled her eyes, and I laughed once again. I offered to make supper that night, and Paris told me that Harry was coming over and bringing pizza.

When Harry had come over, he had brought the other boys too. Thank god they got a lot of pizza. Louis came up to me and smirked at me.

"Michael is here now, so fuck off. I don't want him seeing you really close to me or whatever. He'll get suspicious," I pushed him away.

"'Fuck off'? That's no way to talk to your daddy, Kitten. If you keep talking to me like that, you'll get punished," he whispered the last word in my ear.

I walked into the kitchen after smirking at Louis slightly. I grabbed a piece of pizza and took it back into the living room where everyone was sitting around in different spots.

"So.. Do you guys want to play a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven?" Zayn asked, looking around to everyone.

My heart rate increased. What would happen if I would get picked like what happened last time? Since Michael wasn't looking at him, Louis smirked at me. I bit my lip worriedly and gripped onto Michael's hand tighter.

"No.. I don't," I quietly said, looking at Michael and smiling.

"Okay.. Does anyone else want to play?" Most of them nodded, and Michael and I just walked from the room. We went into the kitchen and talked.

"So, Haven.. Did you tell Paris what you were dying to tell her?" Michael asked, sort of mocking me.

"Yes, I did," I smiled at him, "But what I really wanted to do was tell her about me thinking of getting a perm then get it, which I did." I couldn't believe how much I was lying.

"And I love it. Your hair looks so nice," he smiled.

"Thank you," I blushed, looking down then back up at him, "But when I had told Paris that I was going to get a perm, she told me that you would like that idea and always want to play with my hair." I smirked at him, hinting at different things than he was thinking.

"Oh," he smirked back, running his hands through my hair. He placed his lips on mine, moving our lips in sync.

Paris walked into the kitchen while two others must've been in a room together, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. She looked at us and exclaimed, "No PDA in the kitchen!"

I pulled away from Michael and laughed a little bit, "Sorry.."

"If you're going to be making out, go into a different room," Paris groaned, "I don't want to see you two making out right next to my food." She grabbed a piece of pizza.

"Sorry," I apologized once more, picking up a piece of pizza and taking a bite. I grabbed Michael's hand before leading him out of the room.

We walked up to the guest room and just sat in there, talking. We talked about the most random things, but that was what I liked about conversations with Michael.

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OMG WHEN I WAS WRITING THE TITLE FOR THIS CHAPTER, I ACCIDENTALLY TYPED "SEVEN MINUTES IN HAVEN" OMFG!!!

But anyways... I hope you guys liked this random little chapter:)

-Lizzie xx