To the Moon and Back (MJ fanfic)

Part 1: Morning After

Authors note: So... I've been working on this particular story for a long while now. 3 years to be exact. Between writers block, drastic life changes, and editing it's been a crazy ride, but I'm happy to publish the first chapter of my finished book, so here goes. I love you guys, and I hope you enjoy Michael, Emily, and Liam's journey just as much as I enjoyed writing it. More stories to come...
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I woke up with light being shined directly in my eyes and soft snoring directly by my ear. An arm was slung over my chest as I laid on my back in a tangled mess of sheets. I shifted against the soft mattress and opened my eyes against the bright sunlight that broke through the half open beige hotel curtain and hit my face.

I squinted, moving my hand so it was blocking the deadly rays, and began to sit up. The room around me was unfamiliar; big, vast, and fancy - nothing that I could ever afford.

I took a peak down and realized I was completely naked, except for my panties. I rubbed my hand through my short brown hair and groaned softly, thinking about last night. Was it even real?

With one hand holding the duvet to my chest, I slowly turned my head towards the person in bed next to me. He had shifted onto his stomach with his face turned towards the nightstand. From what I could see he had nothing on either; his flawless olive back was bare with the bed sheets draped over his waist, with the rest of it knotted at his legs. Black curls fell across his face and the pillow as he slept soundly next to me.

I gulped, blinking as I looked away from his sleeping body and squeezed my eyes shut. "Oh, fuck me." I whispered in a curse, gripping the sheets to my chest. It looks like he already did, my subconscious quipped.

I looked over at the clock to see 7:54 flashing in green lights.

As slowly as I could, so I wouldn't wake anyone up, I set my feet on the soft carpet and stood up. I looked around the room for my clothes, which was not easy in the hurricane of clothing that I was met with; shoes were lost from their pairs, shirts were slung over the couch and TV, pants were thrown carelessly along the floor, and a pair of black boxers with colorful print was laying by the foot of the bed.

I bent down and looked under the bed for my bra, but to no prevail. I stood up and looked around the messy room, but seen no sign of it anywhere. Finally though I found it slung over a lamp next to the bed.

As quietly as I could, I pulled on my jeans and tip toed over to the side of the bed that he laid on; still snoring softly with curls falling over his face. I put my bra on and stared down at him for a moment, smiling. His eyelashes created a shadow over his cheek bones, and his lips curled softly at the sides. Whatever dream he was having, it was a good one. Letting out a soft breath, I gently moved a stray curl away from his face and bent down, skimming my lips across his cheek in a membrance of goodbye. It was obvious I couldn't stay, and I would have to leave once he woke up anyways. We had last night, but now it was time for me to go my way and for him to begin his - no doubt - busy day. He was an important person, and a one night stand was a one night stand - no matter who it was with.

Grabbing my shirt that was next to his red button up over the back of the couch, I pulled it on and tucked my hair behind my ears - trying to tame it somehow before I left the room. I grabbed my purse and found my shoes thrown carelessly by the front of the door as I picked them up, not bothering to slip them on.

As quiet as a mouse, I opened the heavy hotel door and walked into the hallway, clicking it shut quietly behind me. A little ways down the hall I was met with two giant security guards who stood like statues on each side of the hallway.

They eyed me as I walked towards them, offering me small professional smiles and nods as if they were entirely oblivious. But they knew what I did last night.