Wherever you are (Michael Clifford)

Michael and hannah

As I stood for what felt like a life time waiting on someone answering the door memories flooded back.

It wasn't that long ago since I collapsed into Michael's arms right in this very spot.

I knew that wouldn't happen when Someone answered the door.

He would fight me off, demanding that I wasn't good for him and that we couldn't see each other.

It was all lies as I couldn't think of someone id rather be with.

Michael's little brother abruptly answered the door.

He rolled his eyes at me and moved out the way to let me in.

I quickly walked up the stairs and knocked on Michael's door before walking In.

He was fast asleep In his bed, obviously school was tiring.

I didn't know wether I should wake him up or not, because if I did, then he would probably be really angry with me, and the fact that I'm here.

I simply lay down next to him, he was in a deep sleep so he didn't wake up.

I stared at him for a little while, taking in ever curve and every detail of his face, it was truly beautiful.

Then I felt my eyes becoming heavy so I let myself fall asleep, not even thinking about what will happen when Michael wakes up.

Michael p.o.v

I woke up, cussing at myself for taking a nap because now I feel all warm and grumpy.

Hannah was lying next to me, curled up, as if afraid to touch me.

I think I'm dreaming.

I pinch myself but nothing happens.

I reach out and caress Hannah's soft cheek and this is all real.

What the fuck! How did she get in?

I immediately sat up and she nearly went rolling before I caught her, pulling her (unintentionally) up Into my lap.

Her eyes shot open and she weakly smiled at me as If she knew what was coming.

She looked at me with her big blue eyes silently pleading with me to let it be, but I couldn't.

I couldn't let me be the reason that She leaves. I don't know what I would do without seeing her face everyday.

As selfish as it is I know it pains her to look at me.

Tears welled up in her eyes and I took a deep breath. The sight of her like this makes my heart split in two.

I tried to ignore the fact that I wanted to take her face in my hands and kiss her, that I wanted to hug her and never let her go and that I wanted her to stay with me for the rest of my life.

So I lightly slid her of my lap, onto my bed and walked over to the chair directly across from her.

She sat with her shoulders slumped, looking defeated.

"Hannah, I think you should go." My voice shakes a little and I feel like I'm going to breakdown.

She looks down, I see the tears falling Onto her clasped hands and I want to go and wipe them away but my body is frozen, almost as if it's telling me not to.

"Michael hear me out." She pleads with me.

"I can't."

She sighs quietly but I can still hear it.