Make me beautiful~ M.C Fanfiction

Chapter three

Blurs p.o.v:
We didn't talk much during the detention, we only flirted around for a little until it was over, I remember hearing what people have been saying about what he has done... He kind of intimidated me, I was almost scared to get involved with him in any way. These thoughts were running through my head constantly, I couldn't think straight, when the detention was over I panicked, I walked quickly out of the detention room and towards the car park.

I raced towards my car, I stopped at the door of my little, old shitty car and I just stood there, I wasn't sure how long I was standing there for but I was jumped by a strong grasp on my shoulder. "Hey..." Michael said awkwardly.
We were extremely close to each other at this moment, I couldn't step back as I was against my car, he rose above me.. "Hi" I gulped. He laughed and stepped back
I furrowed my eyes at him until he spoke up.
"Your scared of me aren't you!" He was almost shouting now.
"What NO" I admitted, something did make me scared of him. but it drew me in closer, I liked it.
"Lies" he snarls, he looks me up and down once more before stepping back and turning away-
"Michael wait!" I shout and run after him, I step in front of him to stop him but he walks around me, I continue to do this all the way to his car, which was across the parking area of the school. When he still doesn't stop walking I run to his car door and stand in front of it, Michael sort of laughed/ sighed in response and grabbed me by the legs and flung me over shoulder, he gently put me down behind him. He then gently smiled at me before getting into his car and looking over to me,
"I would be scared of me too" he said in a whisper, the way he said this shattered my heart into a million pieces. I stood there for a bit whilst he drove past me, I think about how horrible I must have been, I walk to my car, I get in and don't play any music, I drive home and get ready for my first day at my new work at a waitress in the local bar.

I get ready quickly and drive to work, I get told what to do and begin the job easily, my job back in Melbourne was basically the same so I knew what I was doing easily. My shift was long and boring, nothing too much happened, about 20 minutes before I finish my shift, a familiar face walks in. Michael.
"Hi can I get a-uh" he stops, he looks up at me and suddenly gets up to walk away
"Michael!" I shout, this time being more serious than ever.
"Save it" he replies, we were almost at the door when another 3 very attractive guys walk in.
"What's up mikey" the one with the curly, dirty blonde hair asks, his hair was rapped in a bandanna and he had a loose shirt and ripped skinny black jeans on.
"Nothing we're just moving bars" Michael replies with the sturdiest of all voices
I look at him in shock, how could he be so disgusted by me that he needs to move bars in order not to see me. All his friends look at me at once, they look me up and down and leave with Michael. I return to my job in complete shock, how can one feel so horrified and discussed by me

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I finish my shift at around 10pm, I step outside to the nippy surroundings. I walk to my car and get in, I blare my music on full and start driving down the road, it wasn't the longest drive from the bar to my flat, but I came across a guy laying on the floor, he was holding a bottle inside a paper bag and he was sipping on it slowly, I pulled over and got a better look, Michael. I sprinted over and bend down next to him, he told me to leave repetitively, I refused and began to help him up, he didn't help me much to I was practically lifting dead weight on my small, fragile body. When we were finally up he began to walk with me slowly towards my car, I put him laying down in the back of the car and began to drive home.

We got to my flat and I helped inside before I settled him down on the sofa carefully. I got him a bottle of water and a blanket to keep him warm as his skin felt like ice on my warm body. Michael opened his eyes and looked at me, his eyes were red and puffy, I looked at him in awe for a second and in that short moment of me staring I notice a single tear roll down his cheek, he began to apologise for being such a dick, then he began to sob uncontrollably and his head fell into my lap. I begin to stroke his hair lightly after he began to tell me why everyone hates him.

He tells me about how his parents left him at the age of 15 and he had to fend for himself, he was living in the street but now he's living at his friend lukes house for moment. He told me how he used alcohol as a way to keep warm when he was on the streets and it began to become addictive, he got into most of his fights drunk and couldn't remember them after. He told me how sometimes he would wake up after a nightmare alone and have no one there to make him feel safe, he mentioned how people began to make things up about him and people used to avoid him and become afraid... Sometimes he didn't even know why.

I almost felt like crying at the story he is telling me but I knew that I had to be the strong one in this situation. After he was done explaining I allowed him to cry, I sat there in silence taking in everything that he'd just said. My heart broke more and more after every sob he took. Michael Clifford, the guy most people were scared of was in my flat balling his eyes out and trusting me to know his personal life and become vulnerable at my lap... I hadn't even known him for a day and he's trusting me with information that you don't even tell a friend of a year.

It was now 12am, Michael had sobered up dramatically and he was just sitting on the sofa alone. I used Michaels phone to call his friend Luke and explain how I found him, Luke agreed to drop his bag off at mine and see if he is alright. I heard a buzz at the front door when I buzzed him upstairs, the door was unlocked so he let himself in. I left the room to give them some privacy, I went into the bathroom and began to cry quietly, this 17 year old has gone through all of this in the matter of two years after his parents left him. After I've done sobbing to myself, I wash my face and get into some pyjamas, I walk out to the living room to see Luke fumbling around in the kitchen. "You okay there" I laugh.
He raises his eyebrows suddenly, obviously noticing my English accent "Oh err yeh, urm do you have any aspirin" he smiled, I nod and grab it for him, he settles it down next to Michael, he says bye to both of us and then leaves.
I tell Michael that he can crash here for a bit if he wants to, he smiles in response, I tell him that I'm going up to bed and if he needs anything to just come knocking, again he smiles and this time he just crooks out a small "okay"
I get into bed and close my eyes, I was pretty tired so It was easy for me to drift off, I wasn't asleep for long when I heard a loud gasp from the living room followed by heavy breathing, I run in to find Michael holding his head at the end of the sofa, I sit down next to him softly and start rubbing his back gently, he turns his head to me and rests in on my shoulder, I grab his hand lightly and stand up, he follows my actions as I lead him towards my room, Michael laooks towards me confused as I start to get into bed, "you can sleep in here if you like." He smiles lightly in response to my words, he then proceeds to lay down next to me in the warmth of my bed.