Michael’s Pov-
~Flashback~
“Michael are you serious?”
“What?” I questioned, looking over the top of my DS to where Stella was sitting on her bedroom floor with my English paper in her hands.
“You used the wrong form of ‘their’ ninety-seven times.” She replied.
“No one pays attention to that.” I scoffed.
“I do!” she cried, “which means your teacher will too!”
“Can you just fix it for me?” I sighed, resuming my game.
“No.” she grumbled, “I’m supposed to go out with Ed tonight.”
“Are you bringing him back here?” I groaned.
“Possibly.” She sighed, “why?”
“Because the last time he was here I could hear you two doing it.” I replied.
Her eyes widening, she tossed my paper at me and hastily rose to her feet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She muttered.
“Yes Ed!” I moaned, “Oh I love you!”
“Shut up!” she shouted.
“Have you considered a job in the adult film industry?” I teased, “You have the whole moaning thing down to a fine science.”
“Michael shut up!” she laughed.
Smirking, I watched her cross her arms over her chest.
“If I go to his place can you handle being home alone?”
“Are you kidding?” I laughed, “The whole place to myself?”
“Well yeah.” She sighed, “Dad is at Grandma’s, Noel is at her boyfriend’s house, Des is at her Moms and I’m….”
“Going to fuck Ed?”
“Michael!”
“Sorry, make sweet, sweet love.”
“I’m done with you.”
“Wear a condom.” I snickered, tossing her one, “I’m not ready for any nieces or nephews yet.”
“Why do you have this?” she shrieked.
“Ellie.” I replied in a duh tone.
“Michael.” She groaned, “You’re sixteen!”
“Let’s not forget on who walking in on who when she was fifteen.” I taunted.
“That was Noel not me!” she cried.
“Mmhmm.” I chuckled.
“I can’t help it we’re identical and you’re too thick to tell us apart.” She snapped.
“I’m kidding.” I laughed, “Have fun canoodling with Ed.”
Rolling her eyes she flipped me the bird as she left the room.
“Love you too.” I called after her.
She replied something, however I missed it as my phone began to ring.
Sighing, I glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand.
9:58
It wasn’t Calum, his parents made him practice piano from nine to ten. Luke’s bedtime was nine thirty, and Niall never called, always texted.
