𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

Part 2 ~ Michael And I

Allie's Point Of View ~ 

I know that voice. There is only one person that has such a soft, beautiful voice. I look up and see Michael standing right in front of me. I am shocked. What is he doing here? I'm just staring at him. Michael turns around to Frank and whispers something into his ear. Frank looks quite concerned but agrees with Michael's wishes. 

"Of course, Mike. I'll be right outside if you need me . . " Michael nods, understanding.  

"Thanks, Frank . . " Michael says to Frank. 

Frank looks over at me with a look that gives me the impression that I seem to have done something wrong, he closes the door. Michael looks back at me, he walks over to me . . very slowly. He is the first to speak. 

"Miss, are you okay? . . " Michael asks me very softly. 

Oh my god, am I suppose to answer? Because I can't. I am completely speechless right now. I need to slap myself or pinch myself because this can't be real. This is not true, it's just my mind playing tricks on me. Michael takes my hand softly. Oh my god. Putting his other hand on my cheek. 

". . are you okay? . . " He asks me once again, his voice still soft. 

 I can't help it. I can't hold it in anymore. I start crying again. I am trying to talk.  

"Ye . . yes. I'm . . I'm okay . . " I finally get out. 

He pulls me into a hug and I immediately start sobbing uncontrollably on his shoulder. His voice is so soft, so pure. Just hearing it calms me down. 

"Shh, just relax . . " He whispers to me. 

But I can't help these tears, I can't stop them. I love him with everything in me that it just brings me to tears. It's overwhelming. Michael has his arms still around me. He walks me to a couch, sitting me down on it. Michael sits down next to me himself, flashing me a smile. 

"What is your name? . . " Michael asks me.   

I tell myself to just keep it together. This is just unbelievable. This is so special. I just take a deep breath and wipe my tears away. I don't want Michael to feel uncomfortable. I collect myself before I answer him. 

"My name is Allie . . " I tell him in a teary whisper. 

Michael flashes me another smile. Stop it, Michael. He has no clue how gorgeous he is to me. I'm screaming on the inside. He is looking deep into my eyes this time. 

 ". . beautiful . . " He says. 

I can't help but giggle and I know for sure that I'm blushing. 

"Thank you . . " 

"Allie, can I ask you something? . . " 

I just nod. 

"When you were on stage with him and you were saying all wonderful things . . " 

Michael pauses and my mind is going crazy. Flooding me with all these different scenarios. Oh no. Did I scare him? Did I say too much? Did I go too far? Will he get mad and send me away Michael continues to speak a few seconds later. 

" . . . did you mean them? . . " He asks me. 

I take his hand and bring it to my lips, kissing it softly as a few more tears silently run down my face.

"Of course I meant them . . " I tell him. He pauses for a few seconds. 

"What you said really meant a great deal to me. Thank you, Allie . . " He says to me.