my hands are prettier than my face anyway

You accidentally hurt Michael’s feelings

“Michael! Oh my god, Michael give it back!”

You were sitting in a restaurant with all four of the boys, having pizza and beers and generally just hanging out. You were having a good time, but when my phone vibrated with a text message, I took it out, just to check if it was something important. Michael saw, and snatched my phone out of my hands, joking about how rude it was to be on your phone in the middle of a conversation.

So now I was trying to steal it back, but my funky haired boyfriend held the phone out of your reach.

“Michael, please! Give it back, I’ll put it away!”

I was only trying halfheartedly, knowing that it was just banter, and I was also trying to hold back the grin that was forming on my face.

“No, (y/n), you were being rude. You’ll get it back at the end of the night, if you behave!”

He smiled mischievously, and the rest of the boys laughed along. I pouted, trying to make it look like I’d given up on trying to steal my phone back.

Michael relaxed his outstretched arm, bringing the phone back within my reach, and I lunged for it. But he was too fast, and threw it across the table, where Calum only barely caught it.

“Michael Gordon Clifford,” I gasped, “you better not be throwing my phone!”

I smacked his arm, but he only laughed at me. I turned my attention to Calum.

“Calum, please?”

He looked at me for a second, and then to Michael, who was vigorously shaking his head, and then passed my phone on to Ashton.


The eldest boy let out a giggle that certainly did not make him look like the eldest, and quickly passed the phone on to Luke, who was sitting on my other side.

“Luke, please, give me back my phone and I’ll love you forever.”

“Don’t do it, bro,” Michael yelled, “she’s lying!”

“Shut up, Clifford! Lukey, pleaaaaase?”

I gave him my best puppy eyes, and held out my hands.

Luke’s gaze flickered to Michael, who was wildly waving his arms around, trying to get him not to give in to me, but it was useless.

Luke dropped the phone into my waiting hands, and I quickly stuffed it back into my pocket.

“Awwhh man, you ruined it!” Michael groaned.

“Shut up, Clifford, Luke is my boyfriend now,” I joked, scooting closer to the blonde boy, “At least he doesn’t taunt me. Plus, he’s way prettier than you.”

Calum and Ashton laughed, and Luke turned a bit red but also gave a giggle.

“Whatever,” mumbled Michael, as he grabbed his beer and took a swig.

Later that night, we were back in the hotel, and I said goodnight to three of the boys and followed the fourth into our room. Michael went straight for the bed and plopped on it face down.

“Tonight was fun,” I said happily, taking of my shoes.

“Hmm,” came the muffled answer.

It didn’t really sound enthusiastic.

I peeled of my skinny jeans and jumped on the bed as well, straddling Michael’s butt. He squirmed underneath me, turning and pushing me off him. Normally he would do so with a grin on his face, and he would climb on top of me, kissing me roughly. But now he just pushed me off, and turned away from me.

“Hey, what’s up with you? Don’t you want to have some fun?”

“Why don’t you go have some fun with Lukey, he’s prettier anyway.”

I was dumbstruck for a moment, but then I remembered the comment I had made earlier, when we were play fighting over my phone.

“Wait, that’s why you’re mad? Because I said Luke is prettier than you?”

No answer came. I tried to pull on his shoulder, roll him over so I could see his face. He shook off my hand. I tried again, more forcefully this time, and he gave in, rolling to lie on his back. I straddled him again, and put my hands on his chest. He was avoiding my gaze, looking stubbornly anywhere but my face.

I grabbed his face between my hands, and leaned in so I was nose to nose with him.

“Hey, nerd, it was a joke.”

“Well, I didn’t find your joke funny.”

There was hurt in his voice, and I could tell he was trying to hide it. But I knew him too well by now. He couldn’t hide anything from me.

“I’m sorry, babe,” I whispered. “I really am. I didn’t think you’d take it that way. You know I love you, and I think you’re the fairest of them all. Little baby Luke is nothing compared to you.”

I smiled broadly at the last part, but he just mumbled incoherently and tried to move his face away. I held his cheeks tighter and kissed him on his nose.

“I’m sorry.”

A kiss on his forehead.

“I love you.”

A kiss on his left cheek.

“You are incredibly handsome.”

A kiss on his right cheek.

“You are incredibly sexy.”

And a soft kiss on his lips.

“And I only want you.”

I looked him in the eyes, tried to make him see how sincere I was. The hurt in his eyes had melted away, and I could tell I was forgiven.

He kissed me again, moving his lips softly against mine, his hands tangling in my hair. Then he pulled away, and I let my forehead rest against his.

“I love you, you absolute dork.”

“I love you too, (y/n). Sorry I overreacted.”

Suddenly, he flipped us both over, so that he was lying on top of me in between my legs. He kept most of his weight off me, leaning on his forearms, but his groin was firmly pressed into mine.

“Luke is next door, what do you say we let him know you’re mine?”