Broken American Girl (Michael Clifford - 5SOS)

28-That's What Men Do/Getting Ready

"Sorry." I smiled sweetly.

"It's fine, just don't wanna rush that's all.." his morning voice was slowly wearing away which made me mentally pout. I sat silently as Michael raked his fingers through my hair slowly, taming it a little.

"Did you sleep alright?" I looked at him while resting my chin on his bare chest. I took a split second to let this moment actually sink in since I knew that, by contract, Michael and I shouldn't be in this position- or even the same tour bus as each other.

"It was okay, but knowing that you were just out there in your bunk and not here with me made me feel lonely."

"Awe, is Mikey letting his emotions out?" I teased, pinching his cheeks.

"Shut up.." he got embarrassed really easily, his cheeks going a shade of red.

"No I like it, I like a man who has emotions and who isn't afraid to speak them." he smirked.

"That's good then, isn't it?" He whispered close to my ear, biting the lobe softly with his teeth. I could hear the cockiness in his voice.

"Are you a man though?" I teased, he kissed my neck softly, biting on the spot shortly after and soothing the sting by licking it.

"You just gave me a hickey didn't you?" I said casually, expecting it.

"Yes I did, and proud. That's what men do." he put his thumb on the mark and admired it for a few seconds. I laughed at his proudness.

"Your a nasty piece of work, aren't you?"

"Yeah but I'm your nasty piece of work, you know it." I rolled my eyes and sat up, my legs on either side of the guitarists' waist. His hands traveled to my waist once again, holding me tight while I stretched my arms, my jumper riding up slightly so my stomach was on show.

"You're so beautiful." he thought aloud while looking up and down at me and I couldn't help but feel self-conscious as I was only wearing a jumper and underwear, no shorts.

"And you're so fucking cheesy it's ridiculous." my cheeks heated up almost instantly, I hid my face behind my 'I'm With The Band' jumper sleeves.

"You are, I wouldn't lie and you know that." Mike pried my arms away from my face so he could see my rosy cheeks as he sat up so he could kiss both of my blushing cheeks.

"Does that mean that you'd tell me if I looked ugly?" It was serious question that I thought I needed to ask.

"You could never be ugly baby, but sure, I'd tell you." I smiled at his answer.

"Does this mean that we're together?" I questioned, putting my hair into a messy ponytail.

"Didn't know that we spilt." I shrugged at his answer; I've been confused about our relationship status for ages. Mikey's hand came up to the hair tie and pulled it out, careful to not pull my hair too much.

"Mikey.." I whined, fighting him for the hair band.

"I love your hair down though." he pouted as he put the hair tie around his wrist.

"Well I want my hair up so it's out of my face." I know I'm no longer 5 years old but I couldn't help but strop and sulk. I moved off of Mikey and walked out to the bunks, climbing slowly to my chamber at the very top.

"As much as I'm loving the view right now and would love to stay and look, I have shopping to do. See you for The Brits baby, look beautiful like always won't you?" I smiled slightly when I felt a kiss press to my right cheek. The smell of Mikey's cologne lingered as he left for the lounge and I found myself wondering how on earth Michael Clifford got dressed and smelling good within the time of about a minute, but yet again he always surprises me.