Murder House - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 8 - Daddy

"I smiled at him because that proved my theory right," Paul shrugged and walked out of my room. What the fuck would that mean?

I began crying onto Michael's shoulder as I laid back on the bed beside him. He stroked my hair as I cried onto him, "why doesn't he like us together? We are together, right?"

"Yes, most definitely," Michael smirked. I smiled and laughed.

"There's that smile!"

"But what theory is he talking about?" I asked, confused.

"I don't know.." Michael shrugged. I sighed.

"What theory would he have? A theory about what? Did he somehow know that the thing downstairs was the Infantata? Is he dead too?"

"Woah, woah, woah, Pandora... We can't jump to conclusions," Michael laughed (sort of nervously, for some reason), "he's not dead, though. The only people that are dead are the ones that I introduced you to tonight."

"Okay," I nodded.

"Well," he looked at his phone, "mum wants me home, so I'll see you soon."

"Okay.." I nodded before grabbing his phone. I put my number in and told him, "when you want me to come over or want to come over here, text me. I'll do the same."

I handed him my phone to put my number in. He nodded, and made a contact for himself. He smirked at me before handing me back my phone. He kissed my forehead and left.

Only a few minutes later, I got a notification. I looked on my phone to see what it was, and there was something that had popped up on my lock screen.

"One text message from: Daddy.
'Hey pandy:)'"

I rolled my eyes at what he had put his name in as. I texted him back, "hey daddy."

"I see that you've found out my name, finally;)"

"What do you want?" I texted, rolling my eyes.

"Just wanted to make sure you knew what my name was, baby girl😏"

"You know that my parents are going to be confused if I get a text message from 'Daddy' and they see it."

"Who cares? I have you on here as 'baby girl'"

"Oh really?"

"Mhm"

"Ok then;)"

"Gtg ttyl bby girl;)"

"Ok bye daddy😘"

I began to think more about what theory Paul would be talking about. What kind of theory would he have? A theory about what? I was so confused. I fell asleep thinking about that.

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I woke up the next morning and noticed that someone or something was behind me. I could feel it. I turned around slowly, and there laid Michael. There was a huge smile on his face.

"Good morning, baby girl," he kissed my cheek.

"Good morning daddy," I laid my head on his chest.

"You like that nickname, don't you?" He smirked.

"I love it," I nodded.

"Then why don't you give daddy some love," Michael put his face close to mine. I kissed his lips, then down his neck. He moaned a little.

"Shh.." I laughed a little.

"When will your parents not be home?" He whined.

"I don't know, but my dad starts his new job tomorrow and my mom is going job searching tomorrow. But I also start school tomorrow, so.." I sighed.

"Really?" He pouted.

"Yeah. I'm in my senior year, though. You would be too, right?"

"Actually, no. I dropped out."

"What? Why?"

"I had gone through eleventh grade, then dropped out because I wanted to be in a band with my friends. That never happened, but I'm not going back to school."

"Oh. Why not?"

"I just don't want to, really. I don't see a point in going to school."

"Okay. I'll have Danny at my school, so he'll be able to show me around. I was hoping it was going to be you, though," I pouted.

"I'm sorry, baby girl, I am not going to school. I dropped out and I don't think my mum would want me going through the huge hassle of re-enrolling, then only going to school for a few months," he shrugged, kissing my forehead.

"It's fine. I understand. I mean, I do love Danny more," I joked and looked at him.

"No you don't."

"Oh, yes I do."

"No you don't."

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent," he smashed his lips onto mine.

"You're right."

"I'm right about what."

"I love you more, daddy."

"You what?"

"I love you the most."

"That's good, baby girl," he smirked and pecked my lips once more.

"I have known Danny since I was little, though. He used to live in Boston with us until he moved here, then a few years later, we moved here," I told him, "but he's more like a brother."

"And I'm your daddy."

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Can you infer anything about Michael? You might be able to tell. Maybe he said something that clicks to you, or maybe it was the way he said something.. *hint hint clue clue* Comment what you think:)

-Lizzie xx