The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 9

Maeve's POV

Safe.

In his arms I was safe. No one could harm me. He softly stroke my hair.

"Please don't leave me" I begged, the tears were still rolling.

Michael pulled away as he looked down at me. He then moved his hand under my chin, lifting it to makes me look at him before he cupped his hands around my face.

"Why would I leave? I could never." He looked hurt by my words.

"l'm a mess, Michael. Your father is right. I'm not good for you, I'm a junkie!"

"Don't say that!"

"But it's true, I-"

"No Maeve," he interrupted me "you've been lost. You got hurt so badly. You've been through so much and look at you now?! You are so strong, so brave, fighting your demons every day. You can be so proud of you!"

"You don't know the whole story" I said.

"But I know you! Everybody has his package to carry, let me help you with yours."

"Aren't you angry at me?" I asked.

"Why would I be angry?" he looked kind of amused.

"Because I didn't tell about my past" I answered, my head hung low.

"There are so many things I don't know about you, but I'm working on figuring them out. But you had your reasons not to tell me and if you don't want to talk about it, that's ok. Just know that if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I am here, always."

He smiled at me softly. I returned his smile and hugged him again.

"Please stay the night. I don't want to be alone with all that is going on in my mind" I pleaded.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere" he assured me.

We ended up in my bedroom sitting on the bed talking like we always do. Michael made some hot chocolate for us.

Hours passed. I was laying on bed, listening to him. I felt my eyelids become heavier and heavier each second. At one point I couldn't keep them open anymore.

I was about to drift off when I felt the mattress move. My eyes shoot open and I gripped his hand.

"No, please stay" I begged. I needed him.

"Ok" he whispered and laid beside me.

We were facing each other, my hand still holding on to his as I drifted off to sleep.

Michael's POV

While she was sleeping I studied every detail of her face carefully. Her eyes were still a little swollen and a light shade of pink from all the crying.

To protect herself she built a wall and that wall is now trembling down piece by piece. She always gave the impression of a happy and carefree woman but that's just for the other's. Behind that facade there was a girl that got horribly hurt and to this day hasn't fully healed.

I listened to her light breathing, trying to think of a way to help her. I want her to be happy, the way she makes me happy. I care for her, I really do. She's the truest friend I have.

I was awoken by Maeve tossing and turning next to me. I couldn't even remember falling asleep.

Maeve was still sleeping but seemed to be having a nightmare. I decided against waking her up, instead I pulled her closer the me, holding her until she calmed down before drifting back to sleep with her in my arms.

Maeve's POV

I woke up, feeling strong arms wrapped around me holding me tightly. It took me a moment to remember everything that happened yesterday and that I asked Michael to stay for the night.

My head was resting on his shoulder, my hand on his chest and our feet entangled.

I inhaled his scent what lead to an electric wave rushing through my body. I still couldn't believe he was here, he must really care about me.

After enjoying the moment for a few more minutes I decided to get up. I slowly got out of his grip without waking him and went downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

Michael's POV

When I opened my eyes I was met with an unfamiliar room. I needed a few moments to recall yesterday's events and that I stayed at Maeve's place.

I rolled to the side and to my disappointment I was met with an empty space.

I heard music quietly playing downstairs, she must've been up a little longer than I am.

I got up from bed and slowly made my way down to where the music was playing.

The music got louder as I reached the kitchen. Maeve was standing in front of the stove, flipping pancakes. Her back was facing me, she hasn't noticed me yet.

On the windowsill there was a small radio, Whitney Houston's I Wanna Dance with Somebody was playing.

Maeve was singing along to every word and even slightly dancing. The song came to an end and I was about to say something when the intro of Bad started playing.

She turned her head in the direction where the music came from and I wondered what she might do next. When she reached her hand to the radio I got scared that she might turn it off. I then realized that I don't know what she thinks about my music, in general I had no idea what kind of music she was into.

Instead of turning the radio off, she slightly raised the volume before singing along to every word which surprised me to be honest.

I waited for the refrain to join in.

"Because I'm bad, I'm bad, shamone" I sang as I danced my way to her.

I think I scared her a little because of the look on her face but that soon fanished when we sang and danced together.

I lead her on and we ended the song by me spinning her and letting her fall into my arms, bending down with our faces only inches apart. I stared directly in her eyes when I finished the song.

"Who's bad?"