Saving Michael

I hate everything about you, why do I love you?

I wake up and my head is pounding. I hear voices but my head is spinning. I slowly try to sit up but I get too dizzy and fall back down. My eyes can barely open, due to being sensitive to light because of my headache. My throat hurts and I'm pretty sure my eye is swollen. I groan. My head clears and I hear chuckling....? No, I hear it better now. The person is crying. It's a man and I hear their sniffles. I raise up one more time and fall back hard. It sends my head reeling again. I see the lights go out and the person is holding me tightly. I don't even try to move. I just open my eyes and stare off into space. I see the man is Michael and I see Luke. I'm in Michael's house and bed. Luke must be a friend of Michael's, how else would he know what Michael I was talking about? I try to fight Michael's embrace. I start punching and kicking, but it's no use I'm too weak. "Get the fuck away!" I seethe. Who does he think he is? He literally freaks the fuck out for no reason and then acts like he actually loves and cares for me. I hate his bipolar ass. He never let go. "Let me go damnit! I fucking hate you." He just holds me tighter. "I hate you! You never loved me. Your ass is bipolar and needs help. Get away from me! Let me go. You let me get hurt. You act like you care one minute and the next you don't. You freak out over little things. You confuse the shit out of me. I want to fucking hate you but I love you. I love you Michael and it kills me." I yell while crying as he holds me in his arm. "Don't ever leave me Michael...." I whisper. He holds me tighter as I look up at his tear stained face. His green eyes meet my brown ones and I feel my breathe catch. "Never." He whispers. I hug him tighter. "Well I hope all goes good and I'll see you two later?" Luke awkwardly asks while rubbing the back of his head. "See you around." I say shyly. I forgot Luke was here. He exits the apartment. I look up to Michael and he is still watching me intensely. "I love you too." My eyes go wide and before I can say anything his lips are on mine. Our lips move in perfect sync. His lips are my favorite thing. There so soft and always taste of cherries. Right now all I can taste is the tears from both of us. Michael pulls away and lays down beside of me. We lay like that in silence for awhile. I thought the silence would never end, but Michael finally spoke up. "I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" I ask taken back. "Sorry for being a fucked up mess and never listening. Sorry that I don't know how to be loved. Sorry that I didn't stop you from walking out that door. I should have never let you walk away and nothing would have ever happened to you. I'm just so used to people walking out on me." My heart feels as if somebody has shot me straight through the chest. I walked out on him knowing he has had a rough past. I walked out like everyone else. I hurt him. "I'm the one that should be sorry Michael. I walked out on you, I should have stayed and fought for you. My anger got the best of me and I let it control me. I almost lost you tonight over a stupid fight. I don't ever want to lose you. I'll never walk out again that's a promise. I'll stay and fight for you because you're worth it and you're all I want." He smiling down at me lovingly. I don't deserve that look, but I'm completely in-love with it. He pulls me into a hug and squeezes me tight. "Can I do your hair?" I laugh and wipe away a stray tear. That was random, but I think we both need a distraction from tonight's events. "Yeah." He smiles brightly and runs to his bedroom to grab the bag from earlier. He sits down beside me again and makes me turn away from him so he can get to work. He pulls my hair into two different sections: a top section and a bottom section. I sure hope he knows what he's doing. I feel him mixing the dye, his elbow or forearm gently brushing my back as he mixes it. I feel the cold liquid in my top scalp and he starts running his hand through it. One hand holding my hair the other squirting die and rubbing it in. I take this as chance to look around. He has no mirrors in here so I can't see my self and only has a few pictures. The first picture is of him and Luke right next to his bed. How did I not see that before? Probably because I was too wrapped up in just being with Michael when I slept here. In the picture Michael is on Luke's back and kissing his cheek while Luke scrunches up his face. It's cute. I'm glad Michael and Luke can be guys that are just friends and not afraid to do silly things like this. In the next picture it's just him and Luke again. They look to be on a beach with a campfire going. You can see the amber glow shining behind them. Luke has his arm slung over Michael's and they both are smiling. The third picture is of him, Calum, Ashton, and Luke. They are all standing with beers in their hand and smiling. I smile looking at how happy he was. The last one is of him, Ashton, and Cerys. They are all laughing and I bet Luke took the photo. He has so little personal decorations. "Okay now you have to wait 45 minutes and wash it out." He says while standing up and taking his gloves off. "How about around of 21 questions?" I ask. He plops down in front of me and smiles innocently. "Play for it?" I smile back. "ROCK. PAPER. SCISSORS. SHOOT." I show my fingers made into scissors and his hand is flat for paper." I jump up and do a happy dance. I swing my arm and move my legs in a crazy motion. "I win. You lose!" He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. "You cheated!" He protests. I stop my happy dance. "Did not you're just a sore loser!" I say while poking my tongue out. "I demand a rematch!" I sit back down and frown. "Fine." "COCK. PAPER. SCISSORS.SHOOT." I almost died of laughter. I fall over and hold my sides. I raise back up and pull myself together. Michael's smiling and fist pumping. "You hesitated I win! You lose." I just roll my eyes still chucking and go with it. "Okay first question. Favorite colors?" I ponder for a moment. "Uhm, I really like Blue, Green, Black, and Orange." He smiles and his eyes are radiating his happy glow. "Mine's green." I smile and straighten my back while clapping my hands. "Okay my turn. Who's your best friend?" Without hesitation he says, "Luke." I smile. "I'm glad you have a friend like Luke." He smiles back. "Yeah me and Luke are really close. I mean Calum and Ashton are like my brothers too I love them a lot, but I just get along with Luke a lot." I just realize how I never met Luke until tonight. "How come I never met Luke?" He looks at me and chuckles. "I've only known you for a couple of days." I laugh. "No I mean, why wasn't he with you all at the beach, why didn't someone bring him up? I never heard his name until tonight." He gets serious And I was thinking I said something wrong. "His girlfriend of three years broke up with him for another guy. It wasn't even hard for her. It broke him. He's not been the same ever since. When she first broke up with him he came straight to my house and cried while I ran my fingers through his hair telling him she wasn't worth it and stuff like that. But I guess it's hard ya know? He came to my house every night for a month after that. He'd cry while I listened to his constant blabbering about her then he'd fall asleep on my couch. He's better but he's not completely there yet, probably never will be. We don't talk about it because it's easier for all of us. Luke doesn't like to talk about it and we don't like to see him hurt more than he already is. Luke may look like a tall, bad ass, hot guy but deep down he's sensitive." I feel my eyes brim with tears. He must really love and care for Luke. "I'm sorry to hear that. He's an amazing guy. He doesn't deserve to hurt like that." Michael sighs. "Yeah, well it's easier to say that than it is to make him realize it." We sit in silence until he speaks up. "Favorite band." I look up at him confused, "what?" He chuckles. "What's your favorite Band?" I chuckle too, realizing we're still playing the game. "I really like Offspring and All Time Low." He smiles. "All Time Low is my favorite." "Okay if you could only be granted one wish, what would you wish for?" He smiles sadly. "That you could stay here in Australia with me." My breath caught in my throat. I about cry. That's was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I kiss him and he kisses me back. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I start crying. "I would love to Michael, but you know I have to go back to America. I don't have the money to stay here and all my stuff is back at my house." He pulls back to look at me. "Then stay." I smile weakly at him. "Didn't you just hear me?" He smiles back and for a second I think he's lost his mind. "No, stay here with me. Move in with me. I'll even go with you back to America to meet your parents." I smile brightly and squeal. "Yes! Yes I will move in with you. We only have three days until we leave though. We have to get you a ticket and pack." I smile and kiss him just as the timer goes off. "Okay princess, let's go wash you hair out. I happily skip to the bathroom and bend over the edge of the shower as Michael grabs the shower head and rinses my hair. He starts with the top part. I keep my eyes closed so no dye runs in them. I love the feeling of his fingers working and massaging my scalp. We stay like that for a good twenty five minuets until he got finished. He helps me stand up and starts towel drying my hair. After he dries it as much as he can with the towel he grabs a hair dryer and starts to blow dry it. He's really good at this. Probably from dying his hair so many times. In all the pictures he had a different hair color in each one. Before I know it he's done and brushing it out. I find myself excited to see my hair. He covers my eyes with his hand and says. "Before I turn you around promise me you won't hate me." I smile. "Michael I will love it regardless because it is a part of you and me. I promise I will love it, it coming from you made it beautiful." He gives me a quick peck before taking his hands off of my eyes. I look in the mirror and gasp. The top part of my hair is black and the bottom is blonde. We match in a way. I run my hands through it and turn around and jump into his arms. "I love it!" He kisses me while spinning me. When he stops and puts me down I stretch and yawn. "Are you tired?" I nod. "Kinda." He runs to his dresser and pulls out ninja turtle boxers and a sex pistol shirt. He comes back and stands in front of me. "Here. You'll be more comfortable. " I reach him back his shirt and smile. "Thanks, but I'm not sleeping in a shirt tonight. It's too hot." He just stands there as I walk to the bathroom and quickly change into his boxers. I come back out in his boxers and my bra. Thank god my bra is pretty. It's blue and lacy. I walk past his stare and lay down in his bed. "Are you coming to bed Clifford?" I hear him run and turn the light off then he's jumping in the bed right beside me. I cuddle up too him and put my head on his chest. "I like listening to your heartbeat it relaxes me and your arms make me feel safe." I admit. I trace his bare chest. He instinctively pulls me closer. "I'll always do my best to protect you." I smile and kiss his chest. "Mmmm you smell good." He chuckles. "Is that so?" He asks. I nod my head and snuggle closer. He leans down to kiss me and I welcome the taste of his lips. "Goodnight Mikey Mouse." I hear him chuckle. "Night Princess." Then my mind was over took by sleep...