Dark Side - Sequel to Asylum » AI // au

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Shit guys I'm so excited for this chapter I hope I don't let u guys down

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"Michael Gordon Clifford!" I yell as I enter our apartment and slam the door.

"Whoa. What's up with using my full name?" He asks as he appears into the living room.

"We need to talk," I say.

"About what?" Calum interjects, he was sitting on the couch reading a book.

"None of your damn business, Hood. Can you give us some privacy, please?" I ask.

"Uh sure. But I'm going to take these, don't want anyone getting hurt," he says taking the box of knives with him. I roll my eyes.

"Heather what's wrong?" Michael asks.

"What did you tell Ashton?"

"Uh what? I have no idea what you're taking about!"

"Stop lying," I scoff, "what did you tell him when you visited him in February?"

"Oh. Then," he laughs.

"Stop laughing, Michael! This is serious! He hates my guts and won't even talk to anyone because of what you said! So as one of his therapists, I'm requiring you to tell me."

Michael sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "Well?" I ask.

"I might've told him we were dating."

I stare at him.

"Say something, Heather."

"WHAT?! Why on earth would you do that?!?!" I scream.

"I thought it would make things better for you. I thought it would make him realize he doesn't actually like you-" I cut him off.

"What do you mean he doesn't actually like me?"

"Oh come on, Heather. He doesn't know you well enough to have feelings for you!"

"You don't know that, Michael. You don't know anything. You had no right to go in there and tell him those lies!" I yell.

"I didn't know he'd get so upset by it. Now I know he really does like you, I guess."

"I still don't understand why you think he wouldn't like me. Am I really that unlikable?"

"Heather no! Not at all! You're so amazing I just," he stopped.

"You what? WHAT MICHAEL?"

He ran his hand through hair again, walking closer to me.

"Michael. Stop it. Your scaring me," I say as keeps walking closer to me.

"Heather," he licks his lips.

"Y-y-yes Michael?" I stutter. By now he has me backed up against the wall of our living room.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you, too, Michael. But what's going on?"

"No! Heather! You don't understand. I don't just love you. I'm in love with you."

"W-w-what?"

His eyes connect with mine. Looking from my eyes to my lips. I look into his eyes as he licks his lips. He takes my face in his hands, "I'm in love with you, Heather Smith. Head over heels in love with you." He comes in closer, his lips brushing over mine. My heart rate speeds up as he presses his lips to mine. Before I can fathom what he's doing, I wrap one of my hands around his neck, lacing my fingers in his hair. I put my other hand on his chest. He moves his hands from my face to my waist, squeezing slightly. I gasp and he uses this opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth.