Will You Be There

Chapter 6

Christina's p.o.v.

I was still kind of tired after being out just about all night talking with Michael. I got up and got around doing my daily routine of a warm shower, hair and makeup, and going over my paperwork. As i was looking over a new document i received not long ago i heard a knock on my door. I went to the door and opened to be faced with nobody. I looked down both sides of the hallway quite puzzled, i looked down and on the ground was a note addressed to me. I picked it up and i closed my door heading to the couch. I sat down and read, 'Dear Christina, thank you for all you've done for me. You truly have been a wonderful person that i feel i can call a caring and loving friend. Please accept my offer of gratitude and meet me at my room this morning. Sincerely, Michael"

For some reason my chest was pounding quite rapidly, i think i acquired a slight crush on Michael, but i cant! 'Im simply here for work' i reminded myself. I made sure i was presentable, grabbed my bag and key, and headed to Michaels room. I knocked on it gently knowing this time he would answer. After a quick second the door opened. There he stood so very handsome; he had on his loafers and white socks with his black trousers, a white v-neck shirt revealing his gorgeous chest with a baggy red button up shirt over it. "You got my note i presume?" He smiled as he moved over to let me in. I smiled to him as i walked pass. He closed the door and led the was down the small hallway of his suite, "Did you sleep well?" He asked as we made our was through the sitting area. "As good as you can sleep in a hotel, i dont see how you can for extended amounts of time." He giggled at my remark, "you get used to it." "How did you sleep?" I asked.

He stopped and looked at me like has just murdered children in front of him, "you know nobody ever asks me about myself when i ask them.... Thats a first. thank you. I actually slept longer than i have in a while." It broke my heart to hear no one ever asks him and on top of that that he suffers from what sounds like a sleep disorder. "How long do you usually sleep?" I asked curiously. "If im lucky, the entire night. But i usually get about four or five hours." "Oh my god Michael, im so sorry. You must be so tired... And with your career!?!?" My mind was blown. He continued walking, "yeah well, you get used to it." I still couldn't believe it. He led me into the tiny dinning room off of the small kitchen, the sun shone through the massive window. The table was set with two silver trays covered, he gestured to the table, "I figured the least i could do was breakfast." I smiled, thank you." He pulled out my chair for me and i was very impressed with how gentlemen like he really was.

We continued to eat as we told stories and experienced of ours, he had me laughing so hard at one point i thought i was going to spew my milk everywhere. We calmed down and he sighed quite loudly as he sat his hands in his lap. "What wrong?" I asked setting my fork down. "I think im going to cancel the rest of my tour, i really dont want to be out in the road dealing with the stress of it and also having to worry about whats going down back home in California. On top of that you wont have to worry about watching over me anymore, i bet your ready go to back home." I really did feel back for Michael, it seemed that even though he was the most gentle and kind guy people didn't notice that, he put everyone before himself. "Do what you need to do Michael, and for the record Ive had a wonderful time getting to know you, i just wish it could have been on different circumstances" i sat my hand on top of his to let him know i was serious. He turned he hand over and kind of held mine, "Me too."

I headed to my room and begin to pack everything up, Michael had told me before i left that he was planning on leaving this evening. After a few hours of packing and paperwork i heard another know on the door. When i got to the door i was greeted by one of Michaels body guards, he took my luggage for me and we met Michael at the end if the hall. The entire ride to the airport was silent other than the noise of screaming fans following the vehicle. We got to the private plane and sat down, the plane soon took off. Michael sighed and looked out the window, "i hope things aren't as bad as i fill they will be."