A Team M.C.

Left Alone

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated! Life has been busy and sucky and only three people read this so I wasn't actually in a hurry. Comment/vote/ follow me for the next update. Xx
Blair's POV
I internally groaned as I felt the car come to a stop right before the engine was cut off. Michael sighed as he got out and jogged around to my side. I shut my eyes as I groaned in pain. He hadn't talked to me since I talked about New York, which was shot down before I could even get the next word out. My whole body ached and all I really wanted was to curl up in bed and be alone. I kept my eyes shut tight as I heard my car door open.

"Blair?" He spoke softly but shortly.

I slowly opened my eyes and rolled my head to the side to look at him. No words were exchanged as Michael put one arm under my legs and the other behind my back and effortlessly lifted me up.

"Please don't be mad at me." I said quietly as he opened the front door.

He grunted as he slammed it shut with his foot. "I'm not mad at you."

Even though I didn't believe the words I didn't pester him as he carried me up the stairs to his room.

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"So if you need anything just yell." Michael told me after he had informed me he had to call work and sort things out.

I avoided eye contact as he sighed and stood up. I wanted to call out for him as he approached the door but I didn't want to make him angry.

"Michael." I spoke quickly.

He turned around quickly with a raised eyebrow. "Yes?"

"You said yell if I needed anything." I pointed out.

He sighed before nodding. "What do you need, Blair?" He asked shortly.

I looked around trying to find something to make him stay without saying the truth but he had pretty much taken care of everything leaving me with no choice but honestly.

"You." I said and realized how pathetic that was. "I just want you to stay with me."

He looked down before quickly walking back over. "I've got work to do. I'll be right downstairs." He said before kissing my forehead and then walking back to the door.
I closed my eyes as I listened to the door shut.

He was mad that I brought up New York, I got that but for goodness sake I was just stabbed and he won't even talk to me. I hadn't meant to offend him when I said I wanted to go home. Hell I didn't even actually want to go back to New York! I just didn't want to cause him more problems.

The longer I laid in bed by myself the more I thought about Mikey and the more I realized when I was with him, I was home.