Replace Your Heart // Michael Clifford fanfic

Day Sixteen.

I got back in the room from the balcony, I wasn't sure if I was upset or disappointed with myself, I spoke to my parents and it was a mess. It was after two years I spoke to my dad and about 1 year I had spoken to my mom.

"So..?" Alyssa asked me as I walked up to her.

Without saying a word I just hugged her and broke down crying, I never really cried but today I felt the need to. I wanted to cry, it was getting really heavy for me to hold it all in.

"Its okay," she said as she gently ran her hands through my hair.

"I spoke..to my mom," I sniffed.

"What did she say?" she asked, calmly.

"That... that she misses me a lot and she watches all my videos just hoping I'll call her soon," I cried.

"You're okay," she said.

"I'm a bad son," I mumbled, "I've been ignoring my mom because of my dad, I'm such a bad son,"

"Shh, you are an amazing son, okay?" she assured me.

I didn't say a word as I started crying harder, I was in a complete grief moment and I wanted to cry and let it out. I don't really cry but today was when I had to. I had to face what I was going through and the only way to let it all out. I cried for a good 8 minutes, I think. I lifted my head and looked up at her face which was red too, which meant how she was crying too.

"Why were you crying?" I asked her and kissed her nose.

"I'm just proud of you," she kissed my cheek.

"I'm kinda proud of me, too," I bit my lower lip, "things between me and my dad are okay now... all it took was a phone call,"

"I told you!" she smiled, "I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you," I finally said as I held her closer and kissed her. We made out for a few minutes when she pulled back.

"I ordered soup for you," she said.

"Soup at 4am?" I chuckled.

"Well, they said they offer service 24 hours so I kind of fought with them but I made them get the soup for me!" she explained.

"You're so cute, you know that?" I kissed her cheek.

"Ah," she blushed, "whatever, that guy was staring at my legs!" she exclaimed.

I look down at her legs, she was wearing shorts and the red mark that I gave her was visible. I looked up at her to listen to the story that she was blabbering.

"...So he came in and he started staring at my legs and I was like 'what are you staring at!' and he was so nervous because I just dropped the bomb at him and then he looked at you in the balcony and his eyes widen to see you shirtless and then he stared at my legs again and I was like 'hey, just go now okay? You've given the soup and now just leave!' and he actually left! Hahahaha, I scared him!" she completed.

"Wow," I chuckled, "you're so hardcore!"

She pushed me back a bit, "Aren't you jealous that he was staring at my legs?" she frowned.

"Nopee," I said as I came closer to her, "he was staring at your red hickeys down there and then looked at me shirtless, he was probably freaked out that we had sex," I replied.

"Oh my god," she hid her face in my chest, "I'm embarrassed,"

"Its okay, now he knows who you belong with," I hugged her.

"You know my back still hurts?" she looked up at me.

"You were the one to say I wasn't great," I shrugged.