Replace Your Heart // Michael Clifford fanfic

Day Fourteen.

Alyssa's Point Of View.

"Holy shit! It's raining too fucking hard!" I heard Michael exclaim as he stood in the shed trying to save himself from the rain.

"Come here!" I almost screamed as I ran towards him.

We were back at our house and it was 12am, we had been out the entire day, doing a lot of crazy shit people wouldn't generally do if they were out on a vacation. We had planned for a campfire but it was stupid to do so in the monsoon, because in the end, the dreadful happened - it started raining and it was all a flop. We still played music and dancing around the campfire turned into dancing in the rains. I wasn't complaining since I love rains but Michael surely was.

"You guys are crazy!" he frowned.

"Don't be a baby," I cupped his face and kissed his nose.

"Its better here," he replied.

"No, come out, its so much fun!" I grabbed his wrist and pulled him out with me.

"I don't even know what these songs are!" He complained.

"You're so cranky," I snapped.

"I wanna be alone," he said.

"The rain is gonna slow down anyway, so we can be 'alone'" I rolled my eyes.

"Well, thanks," he replied sarcastically and glared at me.

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"Its 2am, lets go down," I whined as I tried to get off Michael's grip.

"Stay here," he pulled me closer.

We were at our terrace, laying on the mat, just laying down, not talking or doing anything and I starting to get bored. It was getting cold and I was tired but Michael wouldn't let me go back to my room and sleep, I was so annoyed.

"Michael, I'm tired, please," I tried convincing him for the last time.

"Then sleep here," He simply replied.

"Its cold!" I snapped.

"Well, that's why I have you snuggled into me, just shut up and lay here," he said, being least bothered.

"But we aren't even doing anything, and I'm bored," I frowned.

"What do you want me to do?" he turned his face to me giving me a cheeky grin.

"To fuck off," I raised an eyebrow.

"You're being a baby, now," he turned his gaze back to the sky.

"Really?" I snapped, "Well, laying here at 2am and doing nothing or talking about nothing when its so fucking cold out here, then, cool, I am being a baby,"

"Yeah, whatever," he rolled his eyes.

"It's not even a big deal,"

"Right," he inhaled sharply, "I'm here to tell you something," he muttered.

"Sorry, I did not know. " I mumbled again.

"Don't be sorry," he turned down to me, lifting my head and looking into my eye, "you're amazing. I don't want to tell you how you're better than the girls I've been with because I don't want to be a judge of them, I don't really treat girls as objects, even if I have been around a lot. But I can tell you that you're amazing and beautiful and you don't need an 18 year old fuck up to tell you that, really," 

"I love that 18 year old fuck up," I laughed, softly.

"Ah, well, that guy is falling head over heels for you," he side smiled.