Cold as ice itself, and pale as the snow itself, Michael Clifford is not the type of 6ft boy you should be messing with, unless it's a death with you are asking for.

But when someone crosses his path, his entire life turns all the way around, and maybe he might just show his soft spots.


37. Late Night Car Ride

"How do you feel?"

"I feel free."

The windows were rolled all the way down, the music blasting out of the car stereo. 

"You know, soon we're gonna be separated again," Michael said.

"I know, I just don't wanna think about that right now," I replied.

"It would be easier if you just joined me," he mumbled.

I put my hands around the volume dial and turn it down.

"What did you say?

"It would be easier if you just joined me," He said more clearly.

"My parents would kill me, Michael," I said.

"I know they would, but.." I cut him off.

"That is out of the question, no," I said.

I wrapped my arms around my chest and sunk into my seat.

"Maybe if you bring one of the other boys around, they'll say yes," Michael suggested.

"Who has the most amount of chivalry?" I ask.

"Ashton, he's perfect!" Michael said excitedly.

"That's good, I have a pretty good relationship with him," I said smiling.

"I can't even imagine going on tour with you, I bet it would be amazing. I would be singing every single word backstage," I said giggling.

"Would you? Do you really want to kill everyone's ears?" Michael asked.

"Hey that's mean," I said showing a pout.

"I'm just fucking with you," Michael said laughing.

"Mhm," I mumbled.

"I love you."

"I love you too Michael." 

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