There's No Such Thing As Too Young

*Mike's POV*

It's christmas morning and I'm currently laying in bed.

I'm positioned on my back, my hips covered by the purple sheets on Millie's bed.

Millie is still fast asleep next to me, with One of my arms under her head and the sheet covering her bare chest.

The house had a slight chill due to it being early in the morning, 10am to be exact.

I heard whining next to me, and I turned my head to see Rocky resting his head on the bed.

"No way." I murmered, shaking my head.

Rocky whined again and nudged my hand with his nose.

I shook my head again and he nudged me for the second time.

"You're killing me, dog." I groaned patting my legs for him.

He quickly jumped onto the bed, almost asif he thought I was going to change my mind.

I sighed at the heavy weight in my lap.

The movement of Rocky on the bed caused Millie to stir and turn over, cuddling into my side.

I moved my arm and wrapped it around her waist after pulling the sheet up higher on her body as goosebumps coated her pale skin.

She nuzzled her nose into my skin and I knew that she was slightly awake.

"You know, you're going to have to get up at some point, it's christmas day." I teased, tugging on her ear gently.

"No." She mumbled into my skin, her eyes squeezed together.

I chuckled at her, managing to slide my legs out from under the dog and sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

Millie lay her head on my pillow, pulling the sheets tightly around herself.

I grabbed my boxers from the floor and slid them up my legs, adjusting myself in them once they were on.

I stretched out my back and rolled my neck, hearing the joints click.

I grabbed myself some sweatpants and a t-shirt, deciding to let Millie lay in bed for a few more minutes.

I washed my face in the bathroom, scrubbing my teeth and shoving a beanie on my unruly hair too.

When I got back into the bedroom, Millie was still in bed, lay on her stomach, her head covered by the pillow.

"Are you gonna get up?" I asked, standing at the end of the bed.

"No." She replied, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm forced to take severe action then." I shrugged, seeing if she'd react.

Millie didn't respond in the slighest.

I flipped the sheets up and exposed her legs, grabbing her ankle and yanking her down the bed towards me.

Millie screamed and tried to grip onto the headboard.

I pulled harder, she flopped into my arms and I bundled her up in the sheets.

She huffed and blew her hair out of her face.

I grinned down at her and stood with her in my arms, carrying her bridal style into the bathroom.

I set her on the floor.

"Get yourself washed up, Scrooge. I want you to open your presents, and I need to cook dinner." I said, smacking her bum as I exited the bathroom.

I got Millie some panties, a bra, plaid pyjama pants, some socks and One of my hoodies, courtesy of Drop Dead Clothing.

I'll tell you what, it's great getting free clothing from your mates.

Millie strolled into the bedroom with the sheet still wrapped around her.

"Here, Scrooge." I smiled, handing her the clothes.

She narrowed her eyes and flipped me off, taking the clothes.

She pulled on the panties under the sheet and took the sheet from around her when she pulled on the other garments.

"What's wrong, Scrooge?" I asked, sitting on the bed and pulling her into my lap.

"I'm tired." She whined, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Why?" I smirked.

"You know why."

"I do." I laughed as Millie slapped my chest.

"You're disgusting." She muttered, tugging on the hair escaping my beanie.

"Whatever you say, now, lets go open presents." I cheered, pulling Millie up and tugged on her arm to lead her downstairs.

Rocky followed us, with Dimi behind him, appearing from wherever she slept last night.

Millie went off into the living room to switch on the heating and the lights, while I fed the animals and turned the oven on ready to cook lunch.

When I made my way into the living room Millie had made a pile of presents on the coffee table, and a movie was playing on the TV.

I plopped down on the couch next to Millie, who was wrapped in a blanket.

"Open your presents." She told me, pointing to the pile on the coffee table.

"There are loads! What did you buy me?" I laughed, taking a few beautifully wrapped gits from the pile.

"Shush, just open them." She giggled, nudging me.

I opened the first Two gifts.

Millie had gotten me a rainbow Zippo lighter and a new pair of leoapard print vans.

She then handed me Three more.

I tore open the pretty packages.

She had also given me a snapback to add to my collection, more cologne, new Ray Bans since I sat on my old ones, a jumper, a new silver watch because I only had a gold One, candy and a pack of boxer shorts.

"I don't know if they'll fit." She said, resting her head on my arm.

"Are you trying to imply that my giant weiner wont fit in them?" I teased.

"Don't flatter yourself." She snorted, and I gasped playfully.

I removed myself from the couch and got a sack of presents that I'd made up for Millie.

I handed her the bag, which Vic had helped organise.

"Here, Missy. Open these and be nice to me, you can return anything you don't like." I told her, sitting back down.

"I'll like everything, Mike."

She opened the first few gifts which were wrapped in christmas tree paper.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck when she saw the Benefit make up items I'd gotten her from Sephora.

Of course, I'd recieved help from a very helpful employee.

"You're welcome, baby." I cooed, stroking her hair.

She carried on opening the gifts and seemed impressed with my shopping skills.

She opened the last package and blushed.

Of course I'd gotten her lingerie.

When you think about it, it's kind of a joint present.

"You actually went into Victoria's Secret?" She asked, a look of astonishment on her face.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"You're such a pervert! How did you know my size?" She laughed, looking at the underwear sets I had picked out for her and thought would look sexy on that body of hers.

"Millie, I've taken your bra's and panties off you enought times to know what your size is." I chuckled, earning a slap on the arm.

She laughed and placed her gifts on the table next to mine.

All together I had gotten her the Benefit make up items, an Urban Decay palette, the perfume that she constantly wore, lingerie and a few other bits.

She embraced me once again.

We were so greatful.

"I have something else for you." Millie told me as she pulled away.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

Millie nodded and pulled a small box from under the blanket, it jingled when she handed it me.

Ooh, I wonder what this is.

I lifted the lid off the box and frowned at what I saw.

"Babe, these are my keys..." I trailed off, looking up for an explanation.

"Look at them." She urged.

I lifted them out of the box and held them up.

"I don't see anything different, babe." I told her, just seeing my normal car keys and house keys on my black lanyard.

Millie sighed.

"Baby, look." She took the keys off me, and seperated them to show me what she wanted me to see.

"What's that for?" I asked, seeing the extra key that I don't remember being on there before.

"The house."

"I already have a key for the house, it's under the pot outside..." I told her.

"You're so slow today, Mike, this is a proper key, for you." She explained.

"I'm still lost."

Millie groaned out loud.

"Move in with me." She said bluntly, getting straight to the point.

My eyes widened.

"Wh-what? You want me to move in? Are you sure?" I stuttered out.

Millie nodded.

"Do you not want to?" She frowned, hurt flashing in her eyes.

"No! Of course I do! I just thought I'd be the One to ask you!" I exclaimed, grabbing her in my arms and pulling her into my lap.

"Well, I'm asking you. So, will you move in with me?"

"Of course I will!" I grinned, shoving my lips on hers.

Millie giggled into my mouth, tangling her fingers in my hair.

Wow, I'm moving in with my girlfriend.

I'd never gotten this far in a relationship with anyone.

I'd also never been inlove before, like I was now.

So, it was time to whip out my suprise.

I pulled away from her.

I shoved my hand into the pocket of my sweatpants, pulling out a velvet box.

I heard Millie suck in a breath as I placed it on her lap.

She looked up at me with her doe eyes.

I shook my head with a smile, brushing my thumb against her cheekbone.

"I picked this up when I was on tour, the other guys didn't know. I saw it in a shop window and thought of you straight away, in more ways than one. I stood there, just imagining my life with you "

Millie eyes filled up and she sniffled, hiding her face in my neck.

Things were getting emotional.

I could feel myself tearing up and I swallowed the lump in my throat before continuing.

"I mean every word I say to you. I mean it when I say I love you and that I want to spend my life with you, I've never told that to any girl before. I want to start a family with you, and I want to marry you." I whispered.

Millie rested her head against my shoulder, and I nudged her.

She got the message and stood up, I followed after.

I had the box tightly clutched in my palm.

I took Millie's hands in mine and slid to the floor, getting down on One knee.

"Mike." She sniffled, wiping her face on the hoodie.

I released her hands and opened the box, revealing the jewel.

"Amelia Franklin, I promise to love you every moment of forever. So, will you do the extraordinary honour of marrying me?"

Millie bit her lip and looked down at me.

My heart was hammering against my chest, so forcefully that I expected it to burst through the skin.

Oh god, maybe this was a bad idea.

"Mike...I-I..." She stuttered.

She stared at me for awhile longer, not being able to form words.

It felt like an eternity had passed.

"Yes, I'll marry you." She finally spoke, a sight of relief escaped my lips.

A grin formed on my face as her words registered and I jumped up, encasing Millie in my arms.

Her tears were soaking my shirt, but I didn't care.

I was the happiest guy on earth.

I reluctantly released Millie.

I held her hand, taking the ring out of the box.

I kissed her hand before sliding the ring on her finger.

I threw the box somewhere and swiftly picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

She giggled happily.

"You have no idea how happy you've made me."

"I could say the same to you." She laughed, wiping away the tears left on her face.

"We're getting married." I murmered to myself, not quite believing it.

"We are." Millie nodded, her hands on my cheeks.

"I love you." I said, not breaking our eye contact.

"I love you too."

I squeezed her tightly and Rocky came bounding into the room, as soon as he saw us he started jumping up at us.

Millie and I ended up falling over the arm of the couch, she landed ontop of me.

Rocky joined the pile and started clambering all over us.

"Rocky!" I cursed, trying to push the dogs face away as he tried to lick me.

Millie was giggling happily, hiding her face in my side to escape the excited dog.

"Do you want some love too? Yeah? Come here, you big lump." I encouraged, pulling him down on us.

He was barking happily and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth.

What a crazy christmas morning.

I was engaged.

Mike Fuentes, the womaniser, famous for drinking, smoking and partying, was now engaged and ready to tie himself to a woman.

What has the world come to?

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