conversation 》m.c

→twenty five

》natasha《

I woke up in the next morning by someone's humming a song to me. I snuggled more to my comfortable pillow beside me. I didn't open my eyes, wanting to enjoy the perfect moment. I smiled in my sleep and I felt someone's playing with my hair.

I opened and flickered my eyes slowly and I saw Michael's eyes closed tightly as his lips pursed to each other as he mumbled a few lyrics of One Direction, I guess?

His hair looks so much messier than already is and his hair colour matches his lips. His hands were soft and his fingers were hard, because playing the guitar. That's all what every guitarist had right? I played the guitar but I stopped, giving up.

"It's rude to stare you know." He's smiling and I practically can see his fade dimples. I closed my eyes and opened it again, finding Michael's staring back at me. I looked at him and he didn't look away from me. We keep looking at each other, waiting for one of us to give up. I can't stop myself from smiling and Michael's eyes flickered to my chest and back to my eyes.

I lost.

I covered my face with my hands, blushing so hard. He just looked at my chest and that's so embarrassing!

"I win, love."

"Of course you win, you moron! You're literally just looked at my chest!" I punched him at his chest as he laughed.

"That's all? I didn't even see your chest, it's all covered don't worry." He caressed my cheeks with his thums and I pushed him away, yawning and stretching my body.

He's staring at my chest again while I'm stretching, hands is on the air! Pervert!

"I hate you." I said while making my way to the bathroom. I showered and brushed my teeth so I feel clean and not like Shrek.

"Go shower, you smells so bad." I shook my head while drying my hair.

"Hug me first." His arms are wide open for me and I pushed him to the bathroom. He grabbed my hands before I could run away from him and take me to his warm embrace.

"Hm, you smells nice." He sniffed my wet hair and he played with the end of it.

"I have a question." I stated, he looked down at me.

"Are you always this clingy and romantic?" I asked as he burst into laughed.

"No? Yes? Maybe? I don't know." He pulled me back to him, tighten the hug.

"Go shower you stink." I pulled away and walked out from the room.

"But I'll miss you!" He yelled loudly after I left the room. Clingy pop star.

***

"Good morning mom, dad." I greeed them as they already eating their breakfast.

"Hi, kid!" Dad smiled at me as I took a seat beside him. I poured the milk into a glass while listening to my dad's talking about what he read in the newspaper.

"Morning sweetheart, where's my son?" I coughed by my mom's word. My dad pat my back and I thanked him.

"Where is he?" My mom sounds excited to meet him I guess.

"Shower, why?" I eat my breakfast, sausage and omelette.

"Nothing, just so excited and glad that he gave you ride home." She smiled at my dad and I know something is going on with their glances.

"What? What's with the eye?" I asked suspicious.

"Everything's fine, I'm happy that you already find a guy!" She squealed excitedly.