Secrets [m. clifford]

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Michael and I are cuddled up on the sofa, for once not having to hide from anybody.

"Stop being so ugly and move over." Ashton mutters, trying to sit down.

I groan, moving my legs out of the way so Ashton can sit.

"There's a whole other sofa, why sit right here?" Michael asks, slightly annoyed.

"Because this is my spot, okay?"

"Okay." Michael says, rolling his eyes.

"Babe, let's just go to my room." I mumble, quickly pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"Disgusting." Ashton mutters as we get up.

"Shut up!" I call.

"So, like, are we allowed to freely make out here now since we aren't hiding?" Michael asks as I pull him into my room.

"Obviously." I giggle as he pulls me closer.

"Hey, Grace!" Bec calls.

I groan, moving away from Michael.

Becca enters the room, and I glare at her.

"Uh, I am clearly not liked at the moment..."

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Uh, well, Michael's here, so nevermind." She replies.

"You already killed the mood, what do you want?"

"Ew, I didn't mean he's here like- just, it doesn't matter. I'll talk to you later." She says.

"I can go-"

"No, baby..." I whine, pouting at him.

Bec leaves and he sighs, "Grace, what if it was important."

"We're talking later, it's okay." I smile.

"Can we just cuddle?" He mumbles.

I smile, "I love cuddling with you."

"I love you." He smiles back.

"You're too cute." I smile, pulling him into a hug.

"Stop it." He mumbles, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"You're just my cute little Michael." I quietly say.

"You're the little one." He replies.

"Stop it." I mumble, making him chuckle.

"Has Ashton maybe changed his mind just a little bit?" Michael asks, pulling me to sit on my bed.

I scoff, "No."

He frowns, "This sucks."

"At least we aren't hiding anymore." I weakly smile.

He smiles back, "I'm glad."

"Can I come in?" Ashton calls from outside my room.

I groan, "I guess."

"I'm sorry, but Michael, you really have to go. Bec is really upset, Grace you have to talk to her." Ashton says when he enters.

I sigh, "I'll call you later, okay, babe?"

He smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Ashton rolls his eyes and walks away.

"He'll get used to it." I chuckle.

"I love you." He whispers.

I smile, "I love you too."