Awakening Demons/ Michael Clifford

Beautiful

Morgan's pov
"Do you want to open that box?" Michael asked.

"What box?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.

"Oh I forgot to tell you" he said getting a box out of the closet. "This came in the mail. It's got your name on it" he said putting it on the table.

It has red ink on it which I thought was weird but I pushed the thought away. I tried pulling the tape off but it wouldn't come off.

"Here I got it" Michael said smiling and coming over with scissors.

He cut the tape off so I could open it. Inside was a necklace with a little silver heart.

"What is it?" Michael asked wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his chin on my shoulder.

"It's just a necklace" I said confused.

"Does it say who it's from?" He asked.

"No" I said. I didn't want to tell him who I thought it might be.

"Put it on" he prompted.

I put it on then turned around in his arms. He took heart in his hands and stared at it.

"What are you doing?" I asked laughing.

"I don't know" he smiled dropping the heart "Would you like to come to my parents birthday party tomorrow?" He asked.

"Sure" I bit my lip.

"Cool and Calum Luke and Ashton will be there" he said disappearing into the living room.

The next morning I stood in front of the mirror in my bikini. I bit back tears and tried to find one reason why someone would like me. The worst part was that I couldnt find one.

"Okay babe you ready?" Michael yelled from downstairs.

"No" I whispered.

When he didn't hear me reply he came upstairs. He poked his head in the door. He was wearing his bathing suit and a tshirt over it.

"You ready?" He asked. Then he came all the way in the room.

"Hey what happened?" He asked softly.

"Why do you want me when you could have someone who's skinnier or prettier than me" I said biting my lip.

"Why would I?" He asked coming closer and taking me in his arms. "Why would I want someone whos ridiculously skinny when I can have you. Why would I want someone with  blonde or black hair when I can play with your amazing brown hair. Why would I want someone who's pretty when I already have you who's the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Why would I want someone different when your gorgeous on the outside and beautiful on the inside" he said staring into my eyes the whole time.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me" I whispered kissing him.

"Well you need to hear it more often Morgan because you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I'm so lucky to have you" he said letting go of me.

"I'm more lucky to have you" I mumbled.

He grabbed one of his shirts and tossed it to me. I pulled it on over my head and grabbed his hand to go downstairs.