Love The Way You Lie - A Michael Clifford/ 5sos Fanfiction

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I was shaking as Michael carried me into my room. He must have sobered up from adrenaline. Thankfully everyone was asleep so I didn't have to explain anything to anyone. Michael put me down and I went to my drawer to get some pyjamas. I just grabbed an oversized t-shirt. Michael turned around while I took my leggings and shirt off and pulled the t-shirt over my head. It covered only to my mid thigh but I didn't care right now. When I was done he turned back around and hugged me. I held onto him with everything I had. 

"Can you stay with me tonight?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper.

"Of course." He choked out. I looked up at him. His eyes were misty and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Are you okay, Mikey?" I whispered. He shook his head and hastily wiped at his eye.

"It's all my fault." He choked out and stepped away from me. "I shouldn't have drank. I should have drove you home. I shouldn't have let you go with him."Emotions flooded his face as he paced in front of me. Anger, regret, frustration, guilt, sadness. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"It's not your fault, Michael." I said stepping towards him. He backed up.

"Yes it is!" He yelled.

"Shh! My parents will wake up! Just come to bed with me babe." I took his hand and started pulling him towards my queen size bed. He looked down at his fully clothed self. I could steal some sweat pants and a t-shirt for him from my brothers room but that would be too risky.

"Just sleep in your boxers." I said. He gave me a smirk.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He winked. I rolled my eyes.

"Just get in bed, ya creep." I smiled. It felt good smiling until I got a flashback of Donny's hands on me, making me feel worthless again. My jaw was really sore from his hand clamping my mouth and I had bruises on my arms, legs, and ribs. I held back tears. Thankfully Michael didn't notice because he was getting undressed on the other side of the bed. I slipped under my covers and waited for Michael. I couldn't help but stare as he pulled his shirt over his head, his muscles rippling. I quickly looked away so he wouldn't catch me biting my lip. He slipped in bed with me and I slid close to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. We stared into eachothers eyes for quite some time, trying to figure out what the other one was thinking. 

"I'm going to kill him you know." He said, his voice cold and emotionless.

"Good." I said. "Thanks for saving me. If you were any later.." I couldn't finish the sentence. It was too hard to say, the wound was too fresh. Michael started tearing up.

"I'm so sorry." He choked. I stared into his eyes again. The emotion there broke my heart. I leaned into him. I couldn't hold off any longer. My lips were on his in a millisecond. He seemed shocked for a moment, considering that I said that we should hold off from this sort of thing. He relaxed almost immediately. Our lips intertwined perfectly. I could feel his heartbeat on my chest. Our emotions combined as our lips touched. I couldn't tell which were mine and which were his. His hand rested on the back of my neck. He held onto me with everything he had. It wasn't a long kiss, but there was enough passion in it for a million kisses. It ended and we looked at eachother for a long time. 

"I thought we were going to be strictly friends." He whispered.

"We were but I don't think I can hold off any longer." I said.

"Neither can I." He said still staring into my eyes.

"So what does this make us then?" I asked quietly.