Angel In Disguise / Michael Clifford

Part Twenty Eight

Michael's P.O.V.

I watched her as she sleeps comfortably right next to me, tracing her every outline with the tip of my finger, and memorizing her features. I've never been this close to her.

And with Alli as my fiancé, soon to be wife in just a few days from now, I should be freaking out now. I should be walking out of this room and leave her while she's still sleeping.

But, I didn't

 Rather, I caught myself smiling, enjoying the moment, mesmerized with the person lying next to me.

God, I love her, I thought - more than anyone else.

I smiled, pulling her closer as I wrapped my arm on her waist. I closed my eyes. It felt so right waking up next to her and sleeping with her in my arms. I can never ever get enough of this.

I was about to fall back to sleep when I felt her moving. I opened my eyes, only to find her looking at me as if she had seen a ghost.

Or worst.

"Good morning, pri---" I started, smiling at her but she cut me off.

"Michael," she said, almost screaming, as she pushed me away. She sat at the edge of the bed, as far away as she can and wrapping the sheets around her.

"Hey, it's okay," I cooed, trying to reach for her.

"No, no, don't you come closer," she squeaked, raising her hand and signaling me to stop. "It is not okay, Michael. This is not okay."

"Kelsey," I muttered, watching her as she looked around, picking up her clothes. "Kelsey, listen to me."

"Don't," she said, ignoring me. "Turn around."

"I," I closed my mouth and turned around to pick up my own clothes. As I was getting dressed, a vision came into me. I can't remember it but I do know it must have happened. The look in her face - she said she knows me. But...

"Kelsey?" I started, turning to face her. She was already dressed, collecting her stuff. "How did you know?"

"What?" She asked, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Kelsey," I sighed. "You know something. Is that why you're acting like that? Are you scared of me?"

"I'm acting like what?" She snapped, looking at me. "Okay, I know you. I know all about you. But, fuck it! I am not scared of you! If I was, we wouldn't be here in the first place!"

"Then why?" I asked, almost shouting.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes but said nothing. She was about to open the door when I ran to stop her, grabbing her arm.

"What?" She snapped, looking back at ne. Tears were already forming under her eyes.

"You love me," I said calmly as I reached for her hand, twining our hands together. "You do love me, you know it. And I love you too, Kelsey."

"I don't," she muttered, looking down.

"Why are you so scared?" I asked. I cannot lose her, I thought, I can control it.

"Michael, this has nothing to do with who and what you are," she said.

I cupped her cheeks with my other hand, wiping the tears. "Then look at me in the eyes and tell me. Cause I won't let you leave."

She sighed, locking eyes with me.

"Kelsey," I continued. "Please. I want to be with you."

"We can't, Michael," she said. "You're with Alli and you're.... you're..."

"Then do you love me?" I asked, hoping she feels the same.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, I don't, Michael."

A/N: This is the part where I sing, "So look at me in the eyes, is anyone there at all?! Is anyone there at all?! Cause I'm not leaving!"