Heartbreak For Two - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 4 - Crying

The next day, I was over at Michael's house in the evening, at about 5pm. I was cleaning his bloody lip. I dabbed at his mouth, and he ordered, "kiss me," so I did. The kiss got deep quick, but he pulled away because his lip was hurting. I put some hydrogen peroxide on the rag and dabbed it on his mouth more, and that seemed to help.

"You seem to always get hurt in the same places... Someday it'll hurt in those places so much because of the number of bruises you've had there. I'm surprised you haven't broken anything yet!" I joked. The bleeding had already stopped, and his lip wasn't very puffy anymore. I had cleaned his knuckles first, but they weren't very bad this time.

"I know.." He laughed along with me.

"I love you" I told him, pecking his lips.

"I love you too" he said back.

"but one thing I don't like is you getting into fights all of the time with random guys that say I'm pretty or I'm hot or something like that,"

"I don't get why you don't like me getting in fights! You say that every time!" He yelled out of nowhere.

"I don't want you to get hurt, especially because of me" I said calmly.

"I would do anything for you! Getting a few bruises is nothing!"

"Michael, just don't get into anymore fights! This is the second one since yesterday!"

"Well I'm sorry that I don't want anybody stealing you!"

"I don't want any girl stealing you from me either, but I don't fight with other girls"

"You could! I'm not stopping you from that! You can fight off other girls! I wouldn't care! But you choose not to, so that's your fault!"

"Well I'm sorry that I don't want you to get hurt because of me!"

"Well, I do get hurt for you! So deal with it!"

"I'm not going to deal with it! I want you to stop!"

"I'm not going to! I don't care if that's alright with you or not! I'm going to keep fighting guys if you like it or not!"

"Well if you come to my house bloody and hurt again, I'm not going to clean you up. I'll let you help yourself for once"

"Fine!"

"I still don't get why you do this.. Fighting off other guys! I don't do that!"

"You could fight off other girls! There are lots of girls that like me!" He screamed, then ran out of his room, down the stairs, and slammed the front door closed. I heard his car start, and it get softer and softer, meaning he was driving away. I didn't want to stay at his house, but I pretty much had to since he was the one that drove me here and my house is miles away. I guessed I was stuck at his house, crying alone in his bedroom.