Frank’s P.O.V
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed but with a familiar scent surrounding me. It smelt of orange and her trademark Marc Jacobs Dot perfume causing me to smile. I went to roll over on my back when I realised that I wasn’t alone in her comfortable bed. I bit my lip desperately trying to hid the smile that Michael and her kissing was just a mishap and that she was here, with me. I rolled over gently not sure if she was awake or not, the last thing I wanted to do was wake her up knowing how grumpy she can be in the morning before coffee. I looked at the sleeping form at the side of me and noticed the body shape was longer and lankier than her perfect petite shape. Not that waking up to Mikey is a bad thing, he’s a great guy and one that would call you, he’s not the person I wanted in the bed of the girl I’m in love with, clothed or not. I got up quickly not caring if I woke the younger Way up. I went into her attached bathroom to pee and sort myself out. I mean sure I couldn’t expect her to wait for me forever, she is the best person I know and it was obvious someone else would notice, but she all but promised me that day in the elevator that it wouldn’t be him. I couldn’t help but feel betrayed by her in a smallest sense of the word. Maybe I had done this between them, maybe I pushed her too far into the arms of him by accusing her, but, I never realised that she’d actually go. As selfish as it seems I thought she would be to hurt and heartbroken to find anyone. Of course I’d learned they spent the night together at the hotel, the guys didn’t explicitly tell me but I heard them chattering when they thought my music was turned up to loud. I looked in the mirror to see a guy I didn’t recognise anymore, seeing them kiss at the gig last night hurt more than anyone could possibly know. Well maybe not anyone, George properly knew after all the years I’d done it, but it’s different when it’s happening to you. I opened the cabinet to hide the mirror so I didn’t have to see the breaking of the man staring back at me.

I made my way to the front room and that’s when I saw them, he was lay in between her legs, his feet hanging of the small sofa edge, her smooth tanned legs were wrapped lazily around his waist with her feet resting on his thighs, his head was resting on her left boob and they both had ridiculously sickening happy smiles on their faces. It was as though they were both having synchronised happy place dreams. I stared at them for a while feeling the green monster wash over me when I realised all I wanted to do was drag him away from her, but knowing I couldn’t. This trip to Australia was going to be torture, but that was my punishment I ignorantly and arrogantly thought she would wait forever for me, turns out forever was 8 years and 8 months. I saw Gerard and Sophia drinking Starbucks in the kitchen and made my way over to them just as she stirred.
“Hey mate,” Gerard smiled handing me a cup as I just nodded my thanks to him. Since the whole hotel new year firing Sophia hasn’t spoken to me unless necessary and that’s usually ‘no Gerard’s not here’ before the tone of the phone indicating she’d hung up without so much as a bye. “We’re going to the beach if you wanna come we’re going to ask everyone when they wake up.” He carried on as I took a seat at the breakfast bar.
“Everyone really?” I asked in a bored tone.
“Yeah. We’re friends with 5 Seconds. Get used to it.” Sophia spoke out harshly, I noticed Gerard put his hand on her knee to calm her down. At least she spoke. It was silent until we heard giggling and a soft ‘eww’ ring out from the beaut on the sofa. They both popped their heads up, his hair sticking wildly in every direction and hers with strands that had come lose from the bun she’d worn.
“I smell coffee.” She smiled, her voice hoarse like it was when she’d been screaming too much. I saw Michael laugh at her voice as she shoved him playfully, her smile giving her away.
“Since when did you become so cheery in the morning?” Gerard asked looking confused.
“Oh I don’t know maybe it’s because I saw Green Day. Maybe it’s because they remembered me. Maybe it's because they said did good when you’s were on tour with them.” She shrugged climbing over the back of her couch as I noticed Michael smack her ass laughing.
“We did the hard work.” Gerard laughed as he held two cups out to her.
“Yeah no you really didn’t.” She laughed taking them from him looking over at me quickly and smiling a small embarrassed smile, as I just looked at my coffee.

George’s P.O.V.
“So we’re going to the beach if you all want to join?” Sophia asked after everyone had woken up and come in the front room. We were all sat around eating pancakes with a variety of fillings.
“Seriously you’re inviting Australian’s to a beach?” I asked her laughing causing everyone else to laugh with me as she glared at me. “Are Australian beaches as good as everyone makes out?” I asked curiously to the group of guys.
“Yeah obviously.” Ashton laughed out once he’d finished his mouthful of pancake. “We’re bias though” He carried on before munching on another mouthful.
“We do love a beach aint that right George?” Sophia asked me smiling as I nodded.
“You must have beaches in England.” Ray asked.
“We do but not beaches you want to spend time on. Or that the weather lets you spend time on. Growing up where we lived the nearest I got to a sandy beach was when I spilt petrol at the station and sand was used to soak it up.” I laughed finishing off my Nutella pancakes.
“Well we’re up for it.” The Australian’s spoke out as so did the Americans.
“Love to but can’t.” I smiled at Sophia and Gerard who shot me a questioning glance. “Love to but can’t.” I said again this time widening my eyes at her as she ‘oooohed’ to indicate what I was getting at.
“I’ll stay here keep you company then.” Michael surprised me by saying, as though he understood whilst everyone else looked over at me cluelessly.

“Boobs or bum?” I asked from my position on the floor. We had somehow ended up lying on the floor, my feet next to his head, his feet next to mine.
“Bum.” He said honestly as I giggled.
“Good job.” I laughed as he chuckled stroking patterns on my leg.
“Cheesy or romantic?” He questioned me as I giggled once his stroking turned to tickling.
“Cheesy. Like if you got to a movie and you yawn and try to cop a feel.” I laughed leaning up to look at him with a big smile on my face.
“Who says we need a movie.” He winked at me causing me to fall back from laughing too hard, smacking me head on the carpeted floor. “Oh my god are you ok?” He jumped up quickly straddling my waist to make sure I had knocked myself out or anything.
“I’ve never been better.” I told him honestly looking up at him smiling.
“Cheesy.” He told me laughing leaning down to kiss me, it quickly got very heated as he ran his hands down my ribs and over my stomach until he reached the hem of last nights Green Day shirt. I felt him lift up a little so he could pull it up and I took the opportunity to follow suit, leaning up a little it gave him the ease to slip it off over my head whilst I could reach to get his over his. His lips detached from mine and reattached back on my sweet spot of my neck as I let out a shaky moan. I felt him smile against my neck as I slid my hands to the back of his pulling him down so his chest was pushed against mine as I bit down his shoulders, his hands wondered down my sides sliding down the pyjama shorts I’d slipped into the night before, his kisses lowering down my chest as his hands lowered down my legs.
“Pants,” I breathed out, “get them off.” I demanded softly as he chuckled darkly undoing his belt quickly whilst I undid my bra with one hand as I pulled him in for another kiss.
“Someone’s practiced.” He mumbled on my lips laughing and wasting no time to slide my lace panties off once his pants were gone.
“Someone’s eager.” I whispered on his as I noticed he’d took his boxers off along with his pants.
“Damn right.” He lay me back down so he had better access to my breasts as I dragged my nails down his back causing him to moan out. “Oh god I don’t have a…” I stopped him from talking by crashing my lips against his, sliding my hand down between us to stroke him as curse words fell out of his mouth.

“Pill.” I mumbled back breathlessly and that was all the confirmation he needed.

Notes

I hope your still enjoying this, I've never wrote anything like the end of this chapter so I hope it isn't ridiculously terrible, sorry if it is.