Call It Protective [AU]

one

The time is 2 a.m. in Australia and I'm at a bar. I really thought I wouldn't end up here tonight but surprisingly I am. There's obviously a reason a girl is at a bar this late drinking beer, right?

Yes, there is.

I recently caught my boyfriend cheating on me with a slut I saw on the street earlier. Oh sorry, let me fix that. He cheated on me with someone who constantly bothered me in high school. This chick brought me to tears during a rough time in my life and my (ex)boyfriend had sex with her?

However, that's the beauty of life. I meet this hot stranger, have a one-night stand and start something new. The start of our long relationship and in a day it changes. A lot of things change in a day. I personally think I know more about that than anyone.

I broke it off and that, my friends, is the reason I'm at a rather crappy bar at two in the morning.

I sigh before taking a sip of beer. The door slams open and a redheaded guy walks in. He takes a seat at the bar and orders a beer and two shots. I watch him take those shots like nothing and gulp down the beer.

He asks for another round and catches me staring. He smirks and makes his way to me. I turn and fake a smile.

"What's a pretty girl doing at a bar this late?" He asks and I can smell the alcoholic shots.

"Meeting up with your mum." I sass and he chuckles.

"Nice one." He compliments and asks the tender for a beer. He gets it and removes my empty bottle to replace it with the one he ordered.

"Tell me, princess," He starts and takes a sip of beer. "Who shattered your heart?" He asks and I turn to face him.

He actually isn't that bad. I mean his green eyes are so cold for some reason. He has an eyebrow piercing, as well as ear piercings and his dyed red hair is spiked. His nose is rather adorable and his lips look perfect.

"Just another asshole." I answer and he smirked.

"Oh c'mon, it couldn't have been that bad." He jokes yet raises an eyebrow.

"I walked in on him banging my bully from high school." I say and he claps slowly.

"Well done but I bet I can top that, just saying." He says and I scoff.

"Is that a challenge?" I ask and he shrugs. He holds up his finger and I wait for him to lay down his reason he's here.

"I found out my friend is going to be a dad, with my girlfriend's baby." He says and I tisk.

"Here's to the assholes and bitches!" I exclaim and hold out my bottle. He chuckles and we toast.

"To the assholes and bitches." He says smirking and I chuckle.

"What's your name, princess?" He asks.

"Lux, yours?" I ask.

"Michael." He answers smirking. "Something tells me your last name is going to be even more exotic than your first." He adds.

"Lux Winifred Quinn, at your service." I answer and he laughs.

"That name is golden!" He exclaims and chuckles. I wait for him to state his full name.

He takes another sip of beer and smiles. "The name's Michael Gordon Clifford." He says seriously and I giggle.

"No wonder your hair's red." I comment causing him to roll his eyes. The image of Clifford the big red dog is still on my head, making me laugh more.

He glares at me and takes another sip of beer. "It's a good joke." He says and I can't help but chuckle.

"I'm assuming you don't live here because you don't have an accent." He states and I nod.

"You assume correctly, Clifford." I say and he hums, clearly wanting me to continue.

"I'm from New York. I came with my, now ex, boyfriend but I go to college here." I explain and he nods.

"Why did you come here with him?" He asks. I sigh remembering my stupid actions and dumb reasons.

"Some pathetic reasons that are shit now." I snap.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asks. "Wasn't this already bought from you for me?" I ask before drinking some more beer.

"Can I buy you another drink?" He asks and I nod.

"You know, my ex never enjoyed going to bars and getting drunk. Hell she didn't even like the smell of alcohol!" He exclaimed and I chuckle.

We start talking about our exes and how we met. We have similar stories but from what Michael told me, his ex was out of his league. He told me how she'd always wear heels and worry about the number of likes she got on a selfie she posted.

She's the kind of friend I always avoided having. Why? Because they would always gossip and talk shit behind everyone's back. Even yours.

We continue to drink and get drunk by the second. The bartender sighs and walks over to us. He stopped giving us drinks half an hour ago.

"Got any cash on you? I'll call a cab for both of you." He says and we giggle but nod. I hand him thirty bucks and he dials a number.

He walks us outside and we wait outside for a cab. It pulls up and Michael talks to the driver. The bartender hands him the money and opens the door for us. We get in and thank the tender.

I slept throughout the entire ride and Michael shook my shoulder for me to wake up. I get out the car all woozy and we thank the driver. I look at the building we're standing in front of and Michael smirks.

"This is my house." He says and I giggle. It's not a big house but it's not a small house either. It's a medium-sized house.

He opens the door for me and I walk in. It's all blurry and I can't really make out what I'm seeing. He grabs onto my forearm and leads me up stairs. He opens a door and I see a very clean yet blurry room.

"Don't start this like Jacob." I whine referring to my ex and how we met.

"I won't do that." He says gently as I crawl on his bed. "Promise?" I ask and he chuckles softly.

"As long as you promise to puke somewhere that is not my bed." He says and I chuckle.

"Promise." I say and that's the last thing I remember saying before I fell asleep.