You're Mine

You're mine pt 6

1987 bad Era

Michaels POV:
I approach Y/Ns house. I wipe my sweaty palms on my shirt and walk up to the front door.

I knock on the door.

No answer.

I try again. "Y/N?"

No answer.

I try the doorknob. Unlocked.
I turn the knob and let myself in.

"Y/N?"

I call her name a few more times and then go up to her room. I swear if Jake did something to her I will end him.

I run up the stairs as fast as my legs can carry me and run into her room.

"Y/N!"

I breathe a sigh of relief when I see her snuggled up in her bed.

I kind of chuckle under my breath. She looks cute when she sleeps. Even with dried drool.

I walk over to her with my hands in my pocket and sit next to her.

Heh. She's still in my jacket. How adorable.

I really don't want to wake this sleeping beauty. She's been through a lot.

Those red circles under her eyes and dried salty tears.

"Poor thing."

I sigh and lay next to her behind her.

I rest my head in her shoulder and rest my hands on her abdomen pulling her closer to my chest.

"I love you." I whisper into her ear.

She moves her head around. I know she is awake because I see her smile.

She flips around so she is now facing me. I rest my chin on her head and kiss it softly. She wraps her arms around me and nuzzles her head into my chest and cries softly.

"I'm here. You're okay baby girl. I'm here."

I can't believe that douchebag did that. I know I'm probably not any better but I would never stoop that low.

I rub the back of Y/N's neck.

I will go to his house tomorrow and I will show him who is the real boss.

I take my chin off Y/N's head and rest it on my pillow next to hers. And calmly drift off to sleep.

Your POV

I'm glad Michael is here, I don't care about our differences right now, it doesn't matter.

I can hug him and snuggle up against his warm body once again.

I can deal with why he is doing this in the morning.

For now, this is home.

THE NEXT MORNING

I wake up wrapped in Michaels jacket.

I feel next to me to realize Michael isn't there.

I jolt up from my bed just to realize how stupid I'm acting because Michael is standing at my dresser watching me.

"Good morning sunshine." He smirks crossing his arms.

"Oh uh, hey."

He shakes his head. "I wasn't going anywhere."

I rub my head, "why are you over there?"

He looks down and bites his lip.

My GOD I love when he does that.