The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 16

Maeve's POV

When we arrived back at the stadium Frank was already waiting for Michael and as soon as I stopped the car he opened the door for him. We both got out of the car and walked inside together.

"It was really nice, Michael. See you later" I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Michael" I laughed. "I still have a job to do."

"But you'll be there for the concert?" I just nodded at him.

He then pulled me closer, he had a firm grip on my waist, whispering in my ear "I don't know what I would do without you" in a low raspy voice. He then kissed my cheek before he let go of me and walked away.

I watched him until he was out of sight. I didn't even notice that I was holding my cheek until I felt the heat on the palm of my hand.

I still felt his lips on my cheek as I was walking back to the cantine.

After dinner we hurried to get the kitchen clean for the next day. I was the last one to leave the kitchen. I prepared a small plate for Michael with foods that give him lots of energy such as fruits and nuts.

I then changed into something more comfortable before heading for Michael's dressing room. I finally had a chance to wear my Bad Tour T-Shirt that I bought outside the stadium when I was locked out by security. Because it was already a little chilly outside I wore a jacket which was perfect to hide the bruise on my arm since the T-shirt didn't cover all of it.

When I entered his dressing room it was empty. I stood there not knowing what to do next. It has been a long day and I was tired, so my mind didn't work as fast as it should be.

"He'll be back soon, just stay here" Bill told me noticing my confusion.

So I made myself comfortable at the sofa in his dressing room.

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"Maeve, Maeve, wake up, it's about showtime" Michael's voice woke me from my slumber.

"Oh my... what? Where?"

"You fell asleep, It's showtime, you need to get up if you want to watch the show" he said while putting on his jacket. He then noticed my T-Shirt, Michael's laughter filled the room.

"Nice shirt" he complimented me.

"Oh thank you, it's my favorite musician, he's the best" I told him making him smile widely.

"Michael, 5 minutes" someone called through the open door.

"Come on" he said taking my hand and leading me outside his dressing room where the band was already waiting.

They made a circle and some people said a few words. I couldn't really keep up with what was being said, I was still a little sleepy. The hall then erupted in applause when Michael finished his short speech.

They then hugged and the band started to walk in the direction of the stage.

"2 minutes"

Michael again took my hand and led me to the side of the stage where I could watch him.

"1 minute"

Michael was standing there just holding my hand watching me. I was staring at the crowd and started to feel a little anxious.

No way I was going out there and luckily I didn't have to. Michael squeezed my hand, causing me to look at him.

"30 seconds"

He started hugging me tight. When he let go he rested his forehead on mine, our noses nearly touching, with his eyes closed.

"Have fun" I whispered smiling widely.

"15 seconds"

"Thank you, Maeve. For being here with me" he then kissed my forehead before running on stage.

The first song Wanna Be Startin' Something, started and the crowd was going wild.

I was watching him closely. He was so mesmerizing, I couldn't take my eyes off of him, but on the other hand I also didn't want to.

Of course I knew every word to the songs he was singing and I couldn't stop myself from singing along. Michael even looked at me a few times and his smile grew wider when he noticed me singing and dancing along.

After the show finished Michael quickly ran off the stage and grabbed my hand. Together we ran to a van that was already waiting for him.

"You looked like you were having a good time" he said before drinking a whole bottle of water. You could tell that he was still full of energy from the show.

"Yes, you were amazing Michael!"

We quickly reached his hotel and were lead through the garage to the elevator.

The ride up was quiet. Just Michael and I, and two of his bodyguards.

My eyes were still glued to Michael. By now the sweat on his face has nearly dried and his breathing is much calmer than it has been on our way here.

His hair was messy with some curls hanging loose in his face. He was looking at the door of the elevator waiting for it to open.
He really did look good.

When the elevator door opened I woke up from admiring him which he luckily didn't notice although I was slightly bushing.

We then were rushed into his suite where the bodyguards closed the door and waited outside.