the morning after

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you and michael are dating now over eight months now, and you couldn't be happier about that because he seems to be the right one. boys always left you like nothing when you tried to get close to them, so you were the happiest girl in the world hecaude michael treats you like a princess. you met each other at mcdonalds, which isn't surprising because you seem like a female version of him. you both have colorful hair, tattoos, piercings and you both are lazy, like to eat and sit in front of the computer. everything seemed perfect, but you didn't have sex with him yet, or with anyone else because you was still scared and he understood that completely. you listened to your heart and went up to your bedroom where he sat in front of your computer as usual. you sat down on your bed and played nervously with your fingers. "michael?" you whispered quietly but loud enough for him to hear that. "yes babe?" he said, turning his head a bit but still looking at your computer. "I think I'm ready.." you said up looking to him as he turned himself around and took one of your hands. "are you sure? you don't have to do it when you aren't ready. I don't want to push you into something" you said really fast and you put one hand on his cheek and looked into his beautiful eyes. "Michael, I love you and I'm trust you. I want this". after these words everything went so fast, you both were naked in your bed and we was really gentle with you. with still a little bit pain you fell asleep in his arms which were wrapped around your waist and his face hiding in your neck. you felt saved and you know you did the right thing. you woke up at 8 in the morning because the warm sun was lighting up your face. as you opened your eyes completely, and slowly started to be awake you realised that his warms aren't wrapped around you anymore, which was strange because he always had his arms wrapped around you. so you decided to turn around, and you saw nothing but a blank space beside you in the bed. you looked around your room and couldn't find his clothes or something else of him, so you put one of your maxi shirts on and went downstairs to the kitchen, in hope that he might be there but he wasn't. you walked through the whole house but he was nowhere to find. as you walked back into the kitchen because you wanted to make yourself some tea as you suddenly realised that your eyes began to be wet and you started to cry. you let him really really close to you, because you thought that he'd be different but then he wasn't. he left you like every other guy but you loved him the most, more than the other boys you had. you started to cry more and sat down on the ground and layed your back against the wall, curling yourself into a ball and cried even more. you started to shaking a bit as you heard a familiar voice. "Y/N?" you heard michaels voice becoming louder and clearer, and stood suddenly in the kitchen. you didn't looked up and you was still crying, he saw you shaking and heard you cries before he run up to you and kneeled down in front of you, trying to take your boths hands. "Y/N, what's wrong? what happened?". you heard him saying, with a little crack in his voice. it seemed like he was about to cry too. you didn't know what to do so you just wrapped your arms around his neck and hided your face in his chest, as you felt his arms around your waist, holding you close like he is at the night. "I thought you left me, and waited for me to open up to you , just like everyone else". you whispered crying into his chest as he softly pat your head "babe, I was getting some breakfast because I wanted to surprise you. I know what they did to you but I could never do that. I love you too much to leave you and hurt you I was you first and I will be your last one. I will always be there. I promise." he said with a soft voice and kissed my forehead.

the morning after ~michael clifford~Where stories live. Discover now