First of all I was looking through your pictures (I know that sounds creepy but I do that to try and get to know the reader a little more and make it more personal) and say that you were going through a hard time. Please rememeber that the boys love you and so do I and if you ever need any help just say so and I'm sure pretty much ALL of this fandom would love to talk to you. You mean so much to this world and the world would miss you if you left. I love you. Stay strong. xx
Okay enough cheesy stuff. Sorry I just had to get that out.
"Hi beautiful," Michael whispered into your hair as your eyes fluttered open. He kissed the tip of your nose softly as you moaned a greeting back. You snuggled closer, taking in the smell that would never get old.
"Want some tea?" Michael asked quietly, leaning away from you and pulling the blankets away, letting in the cold of the outside world as his feet met the cold, hardwood floor.
You groaned. You did not want tea. You wanted him to stay, so you pulled him back and nuzzled your face in his neck. You felt him chuckle, but he pulled the blankets back over the two of you.
"If you won't let me leave your side then let me carry you to the kitchen?" Michael requested.
"If you must," you mumbled, holding your arms out and waiting for his. He got out of bed and tuckedx the blankets around you tightly before he picked you up. You pushed your head into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing softly.
As soon as the door was opened to the living room you could already feel the cold seeping up from the floor, but Michael set you on the couch and ran to the laundry room to grab his extra fuzzy socks and came back to slide them on your feet. You giggled when he kissed your toes.
You got up, the blanket still hanging around you like a cape, and followed Michael to the kitchen.
You sat at the table and watched Michael dance around the kitchen when you turned the radio on. He did a few really bad moves purely because he wanted to see you smile. Several times he came over to give you a small kiss.
Soon enough the room was filled with the smell of food and MIchael handed you a plate. You giggled happily when you saw that your name was spelled out with smaller bacon strips.
You weren't exactly hungry, so you watched Michael hound down his food while he humed along to the radio. HIs bright green eyes flitted to yours and he smiled, no teeth showing, just huge cheeks filled with food, making him look like an adoreable albino chipmunk.
You started to walk back to the bedroom, but Michael called out, "McKayla, were are you going, honey?"
"Back to bed. It's cold out here," you explained. His little frown made you smile. He swallowed his food and took a quick swig of the orange juice before running to catch up with you.
"Not without me you're not."
You rolled your eyes, but accepted the kiss that he pressed to your lips.
"Mikey," you whispered against his lips. He softly started to kiss your jawline before he moved to your neck.
"You're so beautiful," he mumbled.
Michael had been telling you that since the day he met you. You had never really believed it until he told you he loved you. Not only did he think you were the most beautiful human being on the planet, but he thought you were beautiful.
"You know that right?" Michael questioned. He looked up at you, wating for you to answer.
"I love you," he said when you didn't reply, "I love you so damn much, McKayla."
"You're so sweet to me," you whispered against his lips.
"Only because you deserve it, sweetheart."
Michael held your hand and pulled you back to bed, and as soon as your bodies hit the bed you cuddled as close as you could. Michael held you, his arms curling around your body, keeping you warm.
"I love you," he whispered into your hair, kissing the top of your head until you fell asleep again.
By the way I ship you and MIchael a lot. Just saying. :)
