Sophie

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I guess you could say Michael and I were in our "honeymoon phase" in the beginning part of the relationship. We hadn't been apart since the bonfire and we've barely seen the other guys since then either.

We hadn't told the fans yet but a lot of them were suspicious. Especially after I posted a somewhat "flirtatious" picture of us on Instagram and everyone had lost their shit. I mean I don't blame them, it's been a very few eventful months in the fandom.

"Soph, we have to go to the store! The boys are coming over for a movie night tonight. I feel bad for ignoring them the past three or four days," Michael admitted, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He brought me out of my concentration on my cereal. I was sitting on the counter eating breakfast while Michael watched me.

"Why have you been ignoring them, you dumbshit? Just because we're together doesn't mean you have to avoid your friends," I said rolling my eyes and Michael grinned sheepishly.

"But you're so cute and I couldn't help but get distracted by you," Michael admitted and I mentally awed. He was just the cutest person ever.

"Also small question, did you bring a onesie?" Michael asked.

"Michael Clifford, do you not know who I am? Of course I did," I scoffed and Michael grinned.

"We have to pick up Freddo Frogs, and Violet Crumbles, and Twirls and Picnics," Michael said rambling and I just looked at him in a confused manor.

"I have never heard of those in my life," I said.

"I swear I sent you a Twirl in one of my care packages a few years ago," Michael said quietly, he obviously seemed lost in thought, thinking over the Australian candy I haven't eaten.

"I'm not going to remember that," I said rolling my eyes and Michael did the same in a mocking way.

"Why am I even friends with you?" I asked and Michael laughed.

"Grab your shoes and let's go," Michael said. I jumped down from the counter and Michael patted my butt as I walked past him. I turned around to glare at him but the smile growing on my face said otherwise.

I bent down at the door mat and slipped on my Vans that were on the floor. I grabbed my phone and Michael grabbed my hand, leading me out the door.

"Do you want to play Iron Maiden in the car or Green Day?" Michael asked, he squeezed my hand as I set our entwined fingers in my lap.

"What about Taylor Swift?" I asked and Michael just rolled his eyes.

I don't see why he cared, he loved Taylor just as much as I did.

"I swear to god that all you listen to is Taylor Swift," Michael said rolling his eyes.

"But you still like me anyways," I said laughing.

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We had ended up staying at the store for two hours because Michael couldn't make up his mind on whether getting popcorn with butter or getting popcorn without butter. He eventually settled with getting both but I had been so bored watching him debate with himself.

I was currently in the bedroom, changing into my onesie, while Michael was setting up the living room. The guys were gonna be at Michael's house in barely 15 minutes and Michael had set himself behind on getting the house ready.

"Soph, are you changed?" Michael asked, his voice muffled through the door. I nodded my head but quickly realized he couldn't see me.

"Yeah, I am. You can come in," I called out shyly and Michael let out a small laugh.

"I was going to come in whether you said you were ready or not," Michael spoke up once he had walked into the room.

"Rude," I huffed, rolling my eyes and Michael did the same.

"You look so cute," Michael cooed walking over and pinching my cheeks. I quickly hit his hands away and he grinned down at me.

"You're such a pretty p.ussy," Michael said seriously, stroking my face and my jaw dropped.

"Awe, all ready for Daddy with her mouth open. You're a good kitten," he whispered lowly and my mouth stayed open and my eyes were wide.

Michael walked a few steps back before starting to laugh. It had taken me too long to realize that he was referencing to my cat onesie and that he was just pushing my buttons.

"You're so funny, Daddy," I said, adding emphasis to the world sarcastically and Michael started choking on his spot from laughing.

"Don't you remember, Daddy? Spitters are quitters," I whispered, slowly walking backwards and Michael started heaving. I tried to pull of my best seductive face and Michael's face was turning red from laughing.

"Dammit Soph, you-you're going to kill me," Michael huffed, once he finally was able to regain his calm composure.

He walked over to where I was and flicked my onesie's cat ear before walking over to his closet.

"Which onesie should I wear? The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle one, the Pikachu one, or the dragon one?" Michael asked, pulling out all of his onesies and setting them on the bed.

"The dragon one, definitely," I said pointing at it.

It had wings and a tail, of course he had to choose that one.

"Okay, I'm going to change and you can go downstairs and wait for the boys," Michael said, starting to push me out of the room.

"But what if I wanted to stay?" I asked pouting and Michael looked at me strangely.

"I was kidding, gosh," I mumbled, slowly moving towards the door. I heard Michael laughing behind me and I rolled my eyes.

I made my way downstairs, my onesie covered feet hitting the wood floors, and I sat on the couch waiting for one of the boys to show up. It was going to be a long night if they didn't get here soon. They were already twenty minutes late but honestly it didn't surprise me.

I started scrolling through Twitter and Instagram on my phone until I heard the front door open, leaving me to think it was one of the guys. They each had a spare key.

"Michael! Sophie! We're here," a voice echoed through the house and I recognized Ashton right away.

"I'm in the living room," I called out, the sound of the footsteps getting louder and louder.

"Sophie!" Calum exclaimed. He hopped over the couch and landed on my lap. I rolled my eyes as he clung on to me.

"They tortured me in the car," he whispered and I laughed before pushing him off so that he'd fall on the floor.

"I don't blame them," I whispered, whispered loudly, back and Calum scoffed.

"That is no was to treat your favorite 5-Es-Oh-Es member," he said, his hand was on his chest as if he were hurt.

"But my favorite member isn't even downstairs yet," I said and Calum scoffed again.

"I have to say Sophie, I'm deeply offended," he sighed and I just rolled my eyes as a response.

"What's going on in here, babe?" Michael's voice sounded through the room and I couldn't see him until he sat down next to me.

"Calum's just being a drama queen; again," Ashton said. Luke started giggling and Calum hit him on the leg from where he was lying on the ground.

"What movies did you all bring?" Michael asked.

"I hope you guys like horror movies because we brought all of the Paranormal Activity's," Ashton replied, sheepishly holding up the box set. The case freaked me out just looking at it.

I was definitely not sleeping tonight. I was fucked.

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I never realized how much eye rolling happened until I reread this chapter. Anyways, please check out my Lashton fanfic called 48 Hours and my other Michael fanfic called Hopeless! I love you all so so so so much and thank you for the support on this book. I can't believe that it's almost at 42k reads. I love you guys! Xx

~malumwritings