Replace Your Heart // Michael Clifford fanfic

Day Seventeen.

Alyssa's POV:

I ignored Michael the entire day. I wasn't mad at him, I was mad at his dad for calling dibbs on the same land as me. And for a hotel. Honestly, do we need more hotels? This place has more hotels than hospitals! And the fact that his dad wasn't around, I was obviously going to throw tantrums on Michael. I demanded for a separate room, seeing Michael's face only reminded me how his dad didn't want my dad's dream to come true. Mess, I know.

But no one ever told me that the devil could have eyes like sunsets & lips like heaven. Or how easily hell could become my bed at 1 a.m and this was hell. Missing him so much was hell. I know it had just been a day, and I already miss him. I'm aware of how weak that is, but that's the true. I desperately missed him and his stupid jokes and how he would always find reasons to kiss me and then snuggle me in his arms.. He was just next door and I could go and kiss the life out of him but I was mad. At his dad.

I heard a knock on the door and I rushed to open it because I knew who it would be. Michael.

"What?" I snapped at him.

"Come with me," he replied.

"No," I crossed my arm.

"Just come with me!" he snapped and grabbed my arm and pulled me to walk with him.

"I don't wanna go anywh-" I tried to scream but he closed my mouth with his palms.

"Shut up and come with me," he said sternly.

I wasn't scared, well, okay, maybe a bit. But I knew that Michael would do me no harm. I sat in the car as he asked me to, I really did not have the strength to argue with him because I knew I missed him and having him around was all that I really wanted.

The car ride was silent. Just the sound of rain accompanying us. Now I was getting worried because he wouldn't tell me where we were going, also he knew nothing about this place. I didn't want to get in any more trouble. I just wanted to go back to Mumbai and stay at my house for ten days without coming out.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked.

"Don't talk," he mumbled.

"Where are we going?!" I yelled.

"The beach!" he yelled back.

"Why? At 2am?!" I frowned.

"Yeah because you won't fucking talk to me!" he scowled.

"So? You'll take me to the beach at 2am?!" I asked.

"Yeah," he muttered, "now shut up and let me do whatever I want to,"

I threw my head back in frustration. The beach was an hour away, I was tired and grumpy. I do not understand the point of going to the beach at 3am in the morning to talk when he could just come to my room and talk it out with me. I closed my eyes and zoned out of the entire scene. I really wasn't in a mood to do random shit at this point of time. And yeah, that's coming from me.

***

"Alyssa, wake up," I heard Michael shaking my body to wake me up. It was still raining but not as hard as before.

"Hmm?" I sleepily replied.

"Come out!" he almost pulled me out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I grumbled.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled back.

We were in the middle of the beach, both of us, getting soaked in the rain, looking at each other in frustration and annoyance. This was such a Michael thing to do, coming to the beach when the weather is really bad for a closure. Great.