Let them all go home, we're out late

February 28, 2013

It was now February 28, and we were about a week into the tour. The boys had a few shows already, and Michael and I got to see each other a decent amount of time. Sure he was either preforming, at meetings, writing, or recording most of the time, but everything was okay.

I had FaceTimed my mum once to tell her how things were going, and she told me I needed to FaceTime her at least once every other week. I told her that would be okay, but I didn't want Michael one of those times to call me babe while I'm talking to her, and her or my dad figuring us out. That would be bad. They would be super mad at me.

Michael and I were laying in the hotel bed together at about 9:30pm. I was tired, and Michael laid down on his side next to me, then draped his arm over me.

"Babe.. What's wrong?" He whispered into my ear.

"I don't know.. I just think my parents will be really mad at us if they find out about us."

"Yeah. They might."

"They will"

"Yeah, they will."

"I just don't want them to find out and tell me I can't stay on the tour with you guys, make me break up with you, and ground me forever"

"Babe, if they do find out, we'll fight them. I'll tell them that if they want you to break up with me, stay home and be grounded, they'll have to go through me first"

"Mikey, these are my parents.."

"I don't care."

"I love it how you're protective of me"

"I love it how I love too many things about you that if I stated every single one I would never stop talking"

"Aw.. Mikey.."

"Bella.." I giggled at him mocking me. He smiled at me giggling, "that's one thing I love about you"

I hiccuped, and Michael looked at me and smiled once more. I hiccuped again and again, then Michael said, "I love your hiccup. It sounds like a little baby's hiccup. Also, your chest moves when you hiccup, so your boobs shake"

"The one and only Michael Clifford would say that.." I giggled again.

"Wait.. That's me!" Michael gasped, acting surprised.

I giggled again, and said, "you always know how to make me laugh".

"Well, I love seeing you laugh" I smiled, then yawned. I laid down and Michael laid down too, cuddling me.

"Goodnight Mikey"

"Night Bella"

"Love you"

"Love you too babe"

I fell asleep that night cuddled up to Michael, in the exact position where I belonged: in his arms.

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Sorry it's so short:( I'm really sorry... I didn't know what to write:( :( :(