Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 22

It was now Friday.

I didn't see Michael the rest of the day Wednesday, and I assumed he went home. He didn't show up to school yesterday or today, either. I was slightly worried about him. I figured out where he lived from Calum and I was on my way to his house.

I pull the directions out of my pocket and unfold the paper. I was looking for #13 on this road.

It was going to be on the left, and I see it. It was a light blue house with grey borders. Not the best colour scheme, I have to say. There was two expensive looking cars in the driveway, and a garden out front. He was rich?

I go up to the front door and knock. I felt kind of nervous. I wasn't sure if I was dating him still, but if I was this was going to be the first impression with his parents. An older man with lively green eyes similar to Michael's opens to door. "Hello? What can I do for you?" He asks me happily.

"Um, is Michael home?" I ask awkwardly.

"Yes he is, but he's sick. You can go upstairs if you want, I don't believe he is contagious." He smiles, and steps aside. I walk inside, and witness how nice the house is.

Marble counters in the kitchen, polished wooden floors, glass statues, instrument display, flat-screen television; and to be honest I was shocked. But I don't let it show. "Go up the stairs, his room is the last door to the left."

I nod and go up the stairs and take a left. There was a room as soon as I walk through, which I assumed was for guests. On the right, was a bathroom and a bedroom with nobody in it. On the left was a single door. There was a room at the end of the hall with Michael's name on it.

I quietly knock on the door and I hear shuffling on the other side.

The door opens and I am eye-to-eye with Michael. His hair was tangled and messy, and he was wearing sweatpants and an oversized sweater. "You look amazing." I laugh.

"I haven't showered today." He mumbles.

I smile as he moves so I can go inside his room. His walls were red with black borders. His bed had a black comforter, three black pillows, and a black blanket with writing on it. I couldn't see what it was or what it said because it wasn't spread out or anything. He had black curtains, making the room dark. It was a little after 3:00 and it was dark in his room. He had a laptop open on his bed.

He had a desk in the far corner of his room, and some double doors to what I assumed was his closet. He also had a dark-wooded dresser. He had multiple band posters scattering the room, and a guitar on a stand hanging on the wall.

"Nice room." I comment, looking around.

"What are you doing here Luke?" He asks me.

"I was worried about you." I reply.

"You had no reason to be. I don't care about you, remember?" He hisses.

I felt an argument was going to arise, and I wanted to avoid it. "Michael I was mad. I'm sorry." I say.

I was wearing a heavy sweatshirt, thankfully cause his room was quite cold. "Doesn't change anything." He snaps, sitting down on his bed.

"Why are you so mad?" I ask, walking over to his bed and sitting down at the end of it.

"Because you claim that I have no reason to care if you harm yourself or not. I am dating you Luke, I have so many reasons to care." He says to me.

He was calming down at the least. I wanted to pull up my sleeves and show him, I wanted to tell him that I have been doing it for a while and I was sorry for lying. Sorry for getting mad at him for worrying.