We Are Family|/-\|. (Michael Clifford Fan-fiction) (Completed)

PART FOURTEEN.

ALLY'S P.O.V.

     All i did for the next 3 days was lay in bed and cry. I wouldnt eat breakfast. I wasnt hungry. I couldnt eat lunch. I only ate when my dad brought home take out for dinner. I skyped Jenn and we cried together about how we missed eachother. Michael Luke and Calum sent me a text everyday. i never replied. Michael always called a few times and texted at least five times. I cried myself to sleep almost everynight.

     I needed my mother.

    There was only one way i could get a peice of her back to comfort me. I waited until my dad had left for work. I slipped out of my bed and shuffeled into the hallway. I opened the door to the attic stairs. They were steep and i was still pretty weak. But i made it. I turned on the light and looked around the tiny old room. And i saw it. The box in the corner. I hurred over to it and ripped off the lid. Immediately, tears filled my eyes. The box i opened contained my mom's things. I replaced the lid and dragged the box to my room. I shut and locked the door. I reopened the box and started to take the contents out and lay them on the floor. My mom's old teddy bear from when she was a child. I held it to my chest and snuggled it. I placed it right in the middle of my bed. I took out my moms favorite sweater. I put it on and smelled it. It smelled like roses. Just like her. The last item in the box was something i could not bring myself to open. I knew exactly what it was. I couldnt let my dad see this item either, It would be too much for him. I shoved the box under my bed. I put the rest of my Mother's things back in the box except for her sweater and the teddy bear. I put the box of her things on the shelf in my closet. I wrappped myself in the sweater and rocked back and forth holding the teddy bear. Tears fell from my closed eyes and trickled down my cheek. I was not sobbing. I wasnt really that sad. I was greatful. Greatful that I had these things to keep my mother close. I would not put them away no matter what my father said. I felt so much better. I showered, made my bed, and did my hair. I needed food. I WANTED food. It was saturday. I put some leggings on and my Mom's sweater. It was a black knit sweater. It was a little big on my so i could wrap it around myself as if i was in my Mom's hugs. 

     I grabed my wallet and my phone and decided to walk to a nice cafe by the park. I breathed in the fresh air and soaked in the sunlight. I let the wind tossel my hair and smiled at the families i walked past. I ordered a muffin and a cholate chip frappe. My FAVORITE. I sat and enjoyed my muffin. Melissa walked in. She ran over to my table and grabbed a chair. 

     "Ally! Where have you been??"

     "Sick Mel." 

      "Do you feel good enough to hear the juicy gossip??" I laughed at her question.

     "Sure go ahead."

     "Well! Ashton is just beside himself with grief over you."

     "I'm sure." I said sarcastically. Mel nodded.

     "And Michael has been so worried and angery seeming! They havnt had band practice in a week! Oh and the good news! Calum FINALLY asked me out!"

     "Oh thats great Mel! I actuall should be getting home. I'm tired." I lied.

     "Okay! See you soon!" She called after me as i walked out of the cafe.

     I was walking down the sidewalk towards my house. I just wanted to leave so i woudlnt have to hear about Michael or Ashton. I was so consumed in my own thought i ran right into someone.

     "Oh my god i am so sorry!" I said i looked up at them. It was Michael. damn it. He pulled me into a hug.

   "Where have you been! I have been calling and texting! I came to your house too Ally."

     He looked worried.  I didnt want to talk to him about myself right now or what i was feeling inside. I tried to brush past him saying, "Cant stay and chat now, Sorry." I started to hurry by but he grabbed my wrist. The very one i had cut. It was still very sore. I yelled out in pain and pulled my wrist to myself. Tears came to my eyes. I blinked them back and looked at him. I saw he was realizing what had happend. I turned my back and started hurrying away hoping he would not follow. But he did. 

MICHAEL'S P.O.V.

     She was walking away from me. But i wasnt gonna let her. I needed to know if my fear was confirmed. I walked after  her and grabbed her right hand. She looked up at me in bewilderment. I quickened my pace andhurried the blocks to her house. When we finally reached her house, ipulled her rightt inside and up the stairs into her room. I walked into her bathroom picked her up and sat her on the counter. Her hips were bonier. Oh Ally what are you doing to yourself.

     "What are you doing?" Ally whispers to me. I looked down at her left wrist. I slowly rolled the sweater sleeve up. My chest tightened and my heart shattered. She had cut herself.

     "Ally... What... What is this?" I looked her right in the eyes. She looked away in shame but i tilted her head so her eyes were level with mine.

     "Why do you care, Michael. I am worthless anyway." She whispered. I didnt hesitate doing what i did next. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. I pressed my body against hers, closing the gap between us. I felt her put her arms around me. I lifted her off the counter and carried her into her room. I sat down on the couch with her in my lap. She was smaller now. I knew she hadnt been eating.

     "You are worth everything to me Ally Brighten." I whispered to her. Our foreheads were pressed up against eachother. I opened my eyes to look into her brown ones, full of sadness. But full of hope.

     "Thank you Michael." She hugged me. She curled up on the couch in my lap. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. I looked down at her wrist again. I took it in my hands and kissed the single cut. I looked at Ally. She was looking at me with such wonder. I smiled at her and kissed her again. I pulled back and we just sat there looking at eachother. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

     "So Michael, I guess this means you like me." She said it was a hint of a laugh in her voice. The corners of her mouth threatened to make her smile. 

     "Ally, there is no one i like more than you." I kissed her cheek and we sat there cuddling on the couch. Just holding eachother. 

ALLY'S P.O.V.

Michael Clifford... what in the world are you doing to my heart.