Hell Above//mgc

Chapter 17

And there for a second I feel free

Allison's POV

"Psst, Allison, wake up." I heard somebody whisper in my ear. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Michael staring right at me.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Michael. You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry."

"Why'd you wake me up its-" I looked over at the clock to read the time "fucking 2 in the morning!" I whispered shouted.

"Let's go on an adventure." He smiled mischievously.

"Now?"

"Yep."

"Okay I'm in, let me go get changed."

"Yes, okay." He said excitedly. I laughed at him and got out of the warm bed to get ready to go out at 2 in the morning. Don't hear that everyday now do ya. I put on comfy yet decent clothes and brushed out my hair and put a beanie on. I then walked out of the bathroom and went to the front door, where Michael was waiting for me.

"After you m'lady." He said while opening the door. I giggled and walked out of the room. We quietly walked down the hall and made our way downstairs and walked out of the hotel.

"Where to, Mr. Clifford?"

"I have no fucking clue." He laughed.

"Did you seriously plan to just wing it?" I laughed.

"Yep, now follow me." He said while grabbing my wrist and running no where in particular. We both laughed, not giving a single fuck. Eventually, we ended up at a park.

"Race ya to the swings." I challenged and began running.

"Hey no fair!" He shouted behind me. Michael eventually caught up to me, swinging me around like a rag doll.

"Stop!" I squealed with laughter.

"No, you cheated! And now I'm going to get revenge." He said then began tickling me.

"No stop!" I laughed.

"Not unless you say 'Michael Clifford is the sexiest man alive'."

"I'm not gonna say a lie." I said while laughing.

"Then I'll just keep doing this." He said while tickling me.

"Okay, okay. Michael Clifford is the sexiest man alive."

"Aw I never knew you thought that." Michael teased, then stopped tickling me finally.

"Fuck you." I said running towards the swings.

"Wait up!"

"Come push me!" I exclaimed.

"Ugh fine." He said from behind me. Michael began to push me, higher and high, until I couldn't go any higher.

***

"Why have I never seen you in school?" Michael asked me. We are currently laying in the grass, looking up at the stars.

"I went to a different school. Actually, I went to the same school as Ashton, but I never saw him. He usually stuck to himself, as did I." I explained.

"So how'd you meet Luke?"

"It's a funny story actually." I giggled.

8 years ago

My 8 year old self was walking home from school one day, when I heard shouting from behind me. I turned around to see a blonde boy, around 11 years old, riding a skateboard. By the looks of it, he has no idea what he's doing.

"Get out the way!" He shouted frantically, waving his arms around like a crazy man. I immediately stepped to the side, getting out of the way so he could pass through. He flew pass me, unfortunately, hitting a rock on the sidewalk and he went flying off the skateboard. I quickly went towards him.

"Are you okay?" I asked. He groaned in pain.

"I'm fine." He said.

"I don't think you are, let me clean you up."

"No it's okay."

"Please, I insist. Now come on, let's get you up." I grabbed his hand and helped him up. He wrapped his arm around me for support, and I led him towards my house. I helped him get up the porch steps and walked into the house. I then directed him to go up the stairs. He slowly, but surely, made it up. We both went into my room and into the bathroom that attached to my room.

"Sit." I commanded him to sit up on the counter. He obliged and hopped onto it. I got my medical supplies and began cleaning his scratches.

"You didn't have to do this." He said.

"I couldn't just leave you there." I told him, after finished up.

"How do you know how to do this, aren't you kinda young?" He asked.

"I'm 8 and I know how to do this because I fall a lot." I mumbled. Truth is I actually sometimes get mildly beat up by people from my school. Nothing serious really.

"I'm 11. And you fall a lot?" He asked, sounding unconvinced.

"Yeah."

"Tell me the truth."

"Fine, sometimes the kids at school beat me up. It's not bad, really."

"You're only 8 years old, why would they do that?" He asked sounding mad.

"I don't know." I sighed.

"I'm Luke by the way."

I smiled, "Allison."

"Nice to meet you, Allison. And I'll always protect you from anything and everything."

Present Time

"Kids used to beat you up?" Michael asked sadly.

"Shit." I cursed under my breath. I just let one of my secrets slip.

"Did you tell anyone?"

"No."

"Come here." He said. I moved closer to him and he wrapped his arms around me. I let a few tears slip.

"It's okay." He cooed. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."