Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 69

"Stop it," I slightly hiss, laughing a bit. It's about 2 in the morning, but we were still awake. Michael had unbelievably cold feet, and kept putting them against my leg. "Michaaaael," I whine, him laughing as he pulls me closer since I had crawled away slightly.

"Eleanor?" I suddenly heard his voice say, making me look up at him. We hadn't drawn the curtains, so the moon shone in his face. I hum in response. Michael's hand go through my hair, making me smile at it. He sighs, shaking his head. "Nothing."

"Michael," I say, sitting up again as I look at him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he says, sighing against my forehead. "I was just asleep for a few minutes, and my dream was so unbelievably real I got scared."

"What did you dream?" I ask, almost scared. He sighs, pulling me closer.

"Not much... but it was... it was your funeral. And someone said that it was brave of me to come after everything... at first, I had no idea what they meant by it, until... I saw your family." I knit my eyebrows, looking up at him. "Like, you'd gotten a family of your own. You'd left me for that guy."

My face probably changed from confusion to sorrow in the matter of a second, and I take my hand up to his cheek. The moon that shone in his eyes told me he had teared up. "You know I would never do that," I say, barely a whisper.

"That's the thing, Eleanor. A lot of people would say that. People who get married promise to love each other to death, but ends up with a divorce. You can say you will forever be with that person, but it's not always true. You might not just leave me for another guy right now, but who says you won't in the future." While he was rambling, I kept shushing, eventually shutting him up.

"Don't think about things like that, please. Yes, I also thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with James, and yes that changed, but that is life. I don't want you to walk around, constantly worrying if that's the day I will leave you or not. I don't know what the future has in hold for us either, but I plan on meeting it with my head raised. Life is tough, but you just have to be tough."

"You are one tough cookie too," Michael says, slightly laughing to himself. "You could do so much better than me."

"But I don't want anyone better, Michael," I say, giving him my sweetest smile. "I want you."

"And I want you."

"Alright, then it's settled. You no longer worry about that, or I will cut off your balls." He laughs a bit, kissing my forehead once again, then my cheek, then my mouth for a few seconds. I smile, letting my mouth move in sync with his for a moment, thinking back to the first time we kissed out on my balcony, and ended up getting interrupted by Ashton and Calum because of a bet of theirs.

Michael's hands find my waist, pulling me up so I'm lying on top of him, before he lets his hands trail up my body, cupping my face. His hands eventually go to the back of my head, slightly fisting my hair, his breath getting heavier, and I can just feel him craving more. Which is right about the time where I like to pull away and tease him.

So I do. I pretend I didn't notice him getting more excited, so I pull away, Michael whining, making me laugh. "Why do you always do that," he whines, sitting more up, pulling me closer so our lips meet again. I laugh through the kiss for a few seconds before giving in. My fingers find their way to Michael's hair, my turn to pull him closer. He smiles through the kiss, his hands traveling down my sides, shivers running through my body. Michael pulls away for a seconds, smiling big as he loves the reaction he can get out of me. While we were just sitting there, looking into each other's eyes, while Michael's hands slowly travel under my shirt, it eventually going over my head. He smiles, cupping my face once again, pulling me in for another kiss.