Safely // M.C.

The End. (25)

I opened my eyes to find myself laying next to a naked Michael. I smiled remembering last night.

A night filled with nothing but love. I stood and slid into a pair of new underwear and Michael's t-shirt.

I walked downstairs and cooked some pancakes. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned and met his eyes.

"Good morning beautiful." He whispered, giving me a quick kiss. I kissed him back and plated his pancakes.

Michael stood there in his boxers. Someone knocked at the door and Michael answered it.

In came Ashton and the boys. He screamed and jumped around on the couch.

"We're going on tour with One Direction!" They all screamed at Michael. Michael then screamed. The word tour scared me so badly.

I knew what happened last time.

"I can't. I can't go. Not without Juli." Michael said, sadly. Then Ashton smiled.

"Julianne. Every month you need to pay rent, we'll help you pay. We really want you to be there."

"And by what you guys are wearing, Michael wants you really bad," Calum giggled. I blushed red and flipped him off.

He smiled and then I thought about what happened the last tour. Even if things didn't work out for me and Michael, I could always go home.

"Okay, I'll go."

"Baby, are you sure?" Michael asked, I nodded. He smiled and hugged me.

"Cool, we leave in two days," Me and Michael looked at each other and the boys left.

Michael picked me up and placed me on the counter.

"Baby, you don't have to do this." He whispered, holding my hips. I ran my finger along his white bandage.

I could feel the stitches below them. They made me wanna cry. He pulled my hand away.

"You don't have to worry about them baby. They're done. I promise you, never again." He said, hugging me.

"I was so scared Michael. I was so scared. I thought I lost you." I whispered, crying into his shoulder.

"I know baby. I know. Sh, c'mon. We got to get you packed so we can go to my house and get packed." He said, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

He carried me upstairs and placed me on the bed. I stood and grabbed my suitcase from my closet and began shoving some clothes into it.

We finished packing and I saw Michael looking through his bag that he brought from the hospital.

He pulled out a pack of envelopes. He handed them to me, they all said my name and my address.

"I wrote 93 letters to you, one for every day that I was without you." His words made me drop some tears.

"Michael, I-. I love you so much," I whispered. I was about to tour with the man of my dreams and get to explore so many things with him.

This is the definition of perfection.

"I love you too, more than you could possibly imagine Julianne Henderson." He whispered, kissing my forehead.

The End.