The plane landed back in the UK at 1 in the afternoon. I looked out of the window of the plane and sighed. How could he. I trusted him and then he goes and does that…which is exactly what Michael said he would do. I wiped a tear from my eye and followed the queue of people off the plane.
After collecting my bags I flagged a taxi down.
‘’Hi, could you take me to 6 Mayfield Street in Manchester please?’’ the taxi driver looked at me and his eyes widened
‘’aren’t you Ronaldo’s girl?’’
‘’no, I never was and I never will be, take me home please’’. He nodded and began driving.
I paid the taxi driver and hauled my case out of the car. I thanked him and closed the door before making my way up the drive. I cautiously knocked on the door and my mum opened it. Her mouth fell into an ‘0’ shape and she pulled me into a hug.
‘’my baby girl’’ she whispered into my hair, ‘’are you alright? What did he do to you?’’ I pushed past her
‘’where’s Michael?’’ I asked
‘’At home, why?’’
‘’I need to talk to him, I have to!’’
‘’well can’t you just explain why you were with Ronaldo?’’ my dad walked in and I sat on the sofa.
‘’I thought he loved me dad, he told me he did, he kissed me, hugged me and did everything right, I was wrong. I didn’t think about what Michael said, it all seemed too genuine to me. Me and Michael haven’t spoke for days and it’s tearing me apart, I need to see him’’. I cried out. My dad enveloped me in a hug.
‘’you can I’ll drive you but I’m not staying, you’ll have to find your own way back’’. I nodded and we left.
I rang the doorbell and waited a few seconds for him to answer. When he eventually did, we stood in silence for a moment.
‘’Michael I am so, so, so sorry’’. He stood staring at me. I noticed a single tear roll down his cheek. The next thing I knew, I was being held in his grasp once more.
‘’I am honestly so sorry, I know you can never forgive me but I want you to know how sorry I am for not believing you’’ I mumbled into his chest
‘’I don’t care if you made a mistake, the most important thing is that your safe and back where you belong’’ he whispered into my hair.
‘’You know when you said you loved me?’’ I looked up to him and he blushed, ‘’did you mean it?’’ my eyes flickered with hope
‘’well I urm…’’
‘’because even if you did mean it or you just said it, I can’t help but say I love you too, because I do’’
‘’well in that case, I meant it with every bit of my heart’’ he smiled down at me and I hugged him. ‘’Come inside’’ he took my hand and led me inside his house, closing the door after us. We sat down on the sofa.
‘’why did you come back?’’ he asked me. I knew it was coming so I couldn’t avoid it.
‘’I was watching the news and well, it showed a picture of me and Cris and then showed a picture of him and a model…’’ my tone drifted off at the end. He pulled me into another hug, ‘’and before you say I told you so, I know you told me so’’.
‘’did he hurt you? Did he do anything to you?’’. I froze and it felt like my heart stopped. Did he really do that? Did he use protection or not? ‘’Alice?’’
‘’I think I could be pregnant with his child’’.
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I Only Care About You (Michael Carrick) -COMPLETED-
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