Aftertaste / louis tomlinson

Chapter 6• Mystery Heart

michaels p.o.v.

i got home late and ciara was in our bedroom sleeping.

I decided to do something nice for her since shes been so good for me so i whipped up a batch of her favorite cookies that my mom made when we first met.

After that, i made chicken and gravy, which she always loved me to make, then i went out and bought a dozen roses and lit a candle.

ciaras p.o.v.

i woke up that night to the scent of chicken and gravy and cookies so i got up and went into the kitchen to see what was up.

As soon as i got into the kitchen, i saw a table with a candle in the middle of it, lit and then i saw michael in a tuxedo with a dozen roses in his hand, smiling.

I knew something was wrong.

It was either he was buttering me up to eat me out later or this was just a prank to get me to love him so he could torture me again.

"Hey, sleepy head." he said smiling, walking toward me and handing me the flowers.

"Um..hi." I stuttered, dazed and confused by what he was trying to do.

He kissed my cheek and smiled, his soft, straightened black hair really bringing out the tux.

"What are you doing, michael?" i asked, taking a step back. "What? I cant do something nice for my favorite girl? Youve been good for daddy these past few days so i wanted to do something nice and make your favorite." he said, smiling and gesturing toward the table.

I gave him a stunned look and sat down.

We talked for what seemed like hours and michael finally fell asleep on the couch, holding me in his arms.

I was so confused, yet happy to actually know the michael i fell in love with again.