I remember at the beginning of joining these boys that I had gotten homesick, and Michael comforted me while I cried. I remember walking in on him naked, and I tried to avoid it but eventually I worked it out because not talking to Michael had been hurting me. I remember him walking in on me naked a few days later, and how pissed and flustered I was. I remember all the times that we cuddled and falling asleep in his arms. When we went to the studio and I suggested that they should entitle their next album To The Moon, he seemed so pleased at excited that my idea. I remember him being my first kiss. (and now he's my first love). I remember how worried he was when I got lost at the ski resort; and when I broke my leg and nearly died, he seemed to be in pain too. "Your pain is my pain."
The crowd screamed loudly around me, startling me out of my thoughts. I shake my head and look up, realizing that all of the boys were off the stage now.
"Michael looked at you!" Melody, the girl who I was now acquainted with, gasp while elbowing me. "It was like he was serenading you!"
That's because he was, I think.
"I doubt it," I chuckled nervously, dismissing the thought. "That was a pretty awesome show, though."
"We got lucky! I never heard The Only Reason live!" she exclaims.
"It's my favorite song," I stated and she nods, agreeing with me.
"Hey, you wanna go hang out?" she suddenly asks me.
"Oh, I should probably, uh, go find my parents. They're picking me up from here," I lie, obviously unable to tell her the truth.
"Oh, okay," she says, sounding disappointed. "Well can I have your number so we can talk later?"
I nodded, though I was a bit hesitant to do so. As we exchanged numbers, Melody giggled, "Oh, I've been meaning to ask you - you don't sound very Italian. Are you from somewhere else?"
I bite my bottom lip nervously. "I'm from the States, but I moved here just recently and managed to snag 5 Seconds of Summer tickets."
"Oh, cool!" she replied. "I'm from the States too, and I moved here... since my dad's in the military. Which explains why I don't have the accent either..."
"Cool," I smiled. "Well, I better get going. It was nice meeting you!"
"Bye Mia!" she says as we step away from each other.
At least I wasn't alone during the concert. But now that I figured out I'm in love with Michael, I have to tell him, right? Or should I tell him that I looked in the locker when he told me not to first?
I take a deep breath before entering his dressing room. Michael sits on the couch, his eyes closed and his a relaxed expression on his face. Power nap, I assume.
I take a seat on the chair from the other side of the room, just as he stirs awake. Michael looks at me. "Oh, hey Mia."
"Hi," I say softly. "You guys were amazing tonight."
"Thanks," he smiled, sitting up on the couch. "Did you like what I did at the end?"
He pats the seat beside him and I take a seat. "Like it? I loved it. I cried, Michael. Did you do that for me?"
He puts his arm around my shoulder and nods. "Yeah, I did. After you told me that it was your favorite song, it became my favorite song, too."
He leans his forehead against mine and I close my eyes. I have to tell him. "Michael..."
"Like I said before, there's no kitten without his princess," Michael whispers. "And you're my princess and I'm your kitten."
"Michael..." I repeat, reopening my eyes.
