#clifforlicious

OMG IM SOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG SHIT UGH IM SORRY BBY OKAY SO MY SOUTHERNNESS KINDA CAME THROUGH EITH THIS ONE AND THANKS TO @clifforlicious I CAME UP WITH THE PERFECT LITTLE PLOT FOR THIS PROMT OMG AGAIN IM SORRY AND I HOPE YOU LOVE IT 

“Michael,I know you’re in there so open this damned door,” you said as you rapped yourknuckles harshly against the door of his hotel room.

Frominside the room, you heard a groan followed by a muffled ‘I’m coming’. Moments later,the thick door flew open to reveal a very sleepy and disheveled Michael.

“Y/N? Iwasn’t expecting you until tomorrow,” he yawned, confusion swimming in his eyesas his brows knitted together. Taking in the large canvass tote hanging offyour shoulder and the equally massive suitcase standing beside you, he startedto think that you planned on staying the entire length of the tour rather thanthe formerly agreed upon two weeks. Not that he minded in the slightest but themanner in which you literally just turned up on his door step was perplexing tohim to say the least. Michael stepped out into the hallway and grabbed thehandle of your suitcase before wheeling it into the expansive hotel suite andushering you inside. “Is something wrong?” he asked as you bustled around himto the kitchenette.

“I’m notreally sure,” you grunted as you heaved the hefty tote up onto the counter. Heparked your suitcase just inside the door and watched on, still confused, asyou pulled out countless Tupperware containers. Michael scratched his head andstrolled over to take a seat at the bar. Resting his arms on the countertop, heleaned forward and watched on as you became and whirling tornado around thetiny kitchen.

Reachingback inside the tote, you pulled out a few paper plates and some disposablecutlery. You quickly dished up a little of everything you had onto one of theplates and stuck it into the microwave to warm it up.

Removingthe steaming plate from the microwave, you placed it in front of Michael andpointed to each item on the dish as you said, “Okay, so I brought cornbread,fried okra, some fried chicken, biscuits, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese andthere’s banana pudding in the fridge -”

“Whoa,whoa, whoa,” he laughed, cutting you off, “Not that I don’t appreciate the foodbaby, but why’d you bring it? And why did you look so panicked when you gothere? And for that matter, what’s with the surprise? What’s up buttercup?”  

Youreyes locked with his concerned green ones and took a deep breath. “Well,” youstarted, looking down at the containers of food scattered before you, “Somefans had been tweeting me saying you’ve been looking really thin lately And tobe honest I hadn’t noticed so I went and looked at some recent pictures and Iwas like ‘yeah it does look like he’s lost a little weight’. And I got nervousthat you weren’t eating properly so I made all this food and decided to driveup early so I could make sure you ate.”

Michaelstared at you for a few heartbeats before his face split into the biggest grinyou’d ever seen. “So you made me a fucking five course meal and drove 100 milesin the middle of the night just because you were worried I wasn’t eatingenough. Is that right?”

“Wellyeah,” you said, rolling your eyes, “I was worried about you.”

Michaeltipped his head back and cackled. “Babe,” he laughed as he stood from the stooland stepped around the bar, “I love you so much.”

With hishundred watt smile beaming down on you, you couldn’t help but smile yourself.He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you tight to his chestbefore ducking down and placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “I meanit,” he mumbled into your hair, “You’re so good to me. How would I even breathe without you?”

“Eh,”you said, shrugging your shoulders and pulling back from his embrace slightly, “You’dprobably forget how.”

god i am sorry for this taking me as long as i has. i honestly have no excuse but i am so so so sorry. here you go!! i hope you like it. xxx

“Calum!”you gasped as his fingers danced up your sides, “Calum, I swear to god if youdon’t stop right now!”

Hisfingers immediately halted their attack against your extremely ticklish ribsand he narrowed his eyes down at you, “Or what?”

Slowlyyour breathing returned to normal and you smirked up at him, “Or I’ll tell theguys how you love to watch Hallmark movies and you cry when we watch them.”

“Youwouldn’t,” he gasped, his eyes wide with shock.

Youpulled the most serious face you could manage, “Oh I would.”

He satback and bit down on his lip, calculating his next move. He knew you were notabove telling his best friends about his guilty pleasure so he took a deepbreath and said, “Just one more kiss andI’ll never bother you again,” before leaning in and pressing his lips toyours.

Smilinginto his kiss, you wound your arms around his neck and pulled him back down ontop of you.  

“No,”you laughed against his lips, “Stay in bed with me.”

Hischapped lips peppered kissed over your cheeks, nose and forehead. “Well you putup one hell of an argument babe,” he smirked before rolling off of you andcuddling into your side.

Rollingyour eyes, you mirrored his smirk and propped your head up on your hand. “CalumHood, you are one of the most dramatic people I have ever come into contactwith.”

Hegasped and pressed his hand to his heart in feigned shock, “Me? Dramatic? Ihave no clue what you’re talking about.”