(ON HOLD 5EVS) the dangerous hooligan - Michael Clifford

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I have never run so fast in my life before, really. I was so scared, and the adrenalin was building up inside of me. Paris was much faster than me, so she got to the car before me.

"I don't have a driver license" I almost whispered, frightened that someone would attack us. I looked anxiety around, and gave Paris the keys.

"But I don't neither!" She almost yelled. We argued for a bit, before she finally sat down on the driver seat.

When we were finally driving away from the fight and everything tears started stream down my face, and my head was hurting. Paris was being so strong, probably because she only got pushed nothing really wild. She only had a bruise on her hand, nothing compared to me.

The car ride was long, or well it felt like it. Paris dropped me off at my apartment, even though I tried convince about saying at mines.

As soon as I got into my apartment I started crying. I couldn't deal with the thought of the guy who slapped me, would come and find me. What if he would find my apartment and kill me. I would never be able to find a husband and get married. I would never get to live my life, or travel around the world. I would never get the opportunity to grow up.

My heart was beating really fast, and I felt all sweating. Tears were streaming down my face, and I was throwing around with my things. I don't even know why, it just made me comfortable one way or another.

When I was walking down my hallway I couldn't help but stop and stare at myself in the mirror.

My left side of my head was covered in blood. My eyes were puffy and red, and my lips were swollen. I looked like a zombie. a very ugly and destroyed zombie. I couldn't help but get frustrated over the fact, that this wouldn't have happened if I had just stayed home from this stupid football game.

They are not even my friends, not even close to, never have and never will be.

But I'm still some sort of thankful that Michael took the guy, who was beating me..

Michael saved my life.

But when that's said he's just a stupid idiot.

***

I wandered around in my apartment for what felt like hours, I couldn't sit down because I was too anxiety that someone would come up behind me and kill me.

I was looking through the fridge when I heard my doorbell ring. I jumped and lost everything I had in my hands.

I took the closest sort of weapon near me, a cup, yes great very great. I would not be able to kill anyone with a stupid cup. I walked slowly towards my door.

I inhaled a big amount of air before opening my door. It was Michael.

Lets just say I reacted a bit too violently when I throw the cup in Michaels face. I started cry again, for the six-thousands of time today. He stared first at the broken cup on the floor, before looking at me. I couldn't help but staring at all the bruise he had gotten since I saw him for a few hours ago.

"Did you really think that cup would hurt me love?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

This was really the thing I hated about him. Always so stupid and annoying.

"What do you want?" I asked sternly, before giving him a glance. His smirk disappeared and suddenly he looked all serious.

"I wanted to check up on you. Paris gave me the address" he answered before taking a step closer.

"Let's go clean your face." He said before stepping into my apartment, without my permission.

who does he thinks he is, just walking in like that. Ugh.

"Nice apartment" he quickly said, before finding the kitchen.

He was looking through the kitchen, before finding what he was looking for. A simple napkin.

Like couldn't he just ask for it.

I was surprised when he carefully stood in front of me and started to clean the blood from my face. He was gentle with his actions, making sure he didn't press to hard on my head.

He didn't even look dangerous up close. His eyes were concentrated in cleaning my face. His face was perfect. Everything seemed to fit perfect together. If it wasn't because of who he was, I would've thought he was a model.

I wasn't prepared when he suddenly turned his face just in front of mine. He was standing only a few centimeters away from me. His eyes locked in mine, but as quickly as I blinked he was on his way to my front door.

"W-where are you g-going?" I asked curiously, because he basically just came in cleaned my face, and then was going to leave.

"S-stay p-please. I'm s-scared" I stuttered, before waking after him.

He turned around and smirked. "I'll take care of you love. Nobody's going to hurt you" he said before walking towards me.

"You are safe with me" he whispered, before gently brushing my hair away from my shoulders.

***

I woke up, all sweating and tears making my eyes blurry.

"It was just a nightmare" I told myself, while breathing heavily. "It was just a dream" I whispered.

It's not easy to forget nightmares, it's almost like they stays with you. I couldn't get it off me. It was just too much for me. I decided to wander a bit around, to try get my mind of.

I walked down the hall and into the kitchen to eat some peanut butter. I didn't even bother to take a plate, or bread I just ate it eitouth anything. It did as well taste a bit weird, but it was good and I was tired. Ergo that gives me a good reason to eat it.

I heard a cough right behind me, and I turned around to see Michael only wearing shorts.

His upper half was covered in tattoos, and it looked like they were all some sort of connected. My excitement grew when I saw he had a heart tattooed over his right breast.

I couldn't help but find it a bit cute.

He coughed awkwardly once again, when he found out what I was staring at.

"Oh uhm sorry for waking you up" I said before putting the peanut butter back to its place.

"I wasn't sleeping anyway, so it's okay. Why are you up so late?" He asked before locking his eyes with mine.

"I uhm. I had a nightmare and I can't sleep and" I couldn't complete the sentence because Michael walked away to pick up the peanut butter, but this time he took two spoons.

"Let's make you forget about the nightmare, shall we?" He smiled, before handing me a spoon...

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