Rock With You: A Love Story

bel

About an hour later of rehearsing moves in the studio, we wrap up.
"Okay, well done everyone, you can go get changed and head to lunch. The mini bus is waiting outside so just head straight out." Michael says.
We all nod in unison and begin walking slowly towards the changing room door.
I feel someone grab my wrist and pull me back, making me gasp.
I turn to see Michael, with a devious smile.
"Not you, missy." He says, with a wink.
"Oh really? Why not me?" I say slightly concerned.
"We have to rehearse, we are the main dancers for The Way You Make Me Feel, it must be perfect." He replies, looking professional as he talks.
"Okay", I shrug, while walking to the side of the room to take a drink. I pick up my bottle and have a drink, leaning on the wall.
The room is now empty, apart from us two.
Michael is looking in the mirror, fixing his curls. He looks concentrated.
I chuckle.
He suddenly freezes his hands from fiddling with his hair, and his eyes dart across at me.
"What!" He says laughing, as he flops his hands down to his side.
"Nothin' Michael", I respond, smiling smugly as I put down my drink and walk back to the middle of the room.
Michael walks up in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror.
"Michael", I say fake-mad.
I walk to the side and he follows me, continuing to block my view. He's grinning at me. His teeth are so white I can't help but stare. The lights reflect off them, somehow.
"Something in my teeth?" He jokes, knowing I was staring for another reason.
"...What? Oh no. You're perfect. I mean... no, there isn't. You're teeth are...um, good." I stutter as I snap out of my daze. I blush and look down at my shoes, clicking the toes together.
"You're so adorable, have I ever told you that?" Michael says walking closer to me. We are now inches apart.
"You have actually", I respond smiling.
"Well it's true", he says so we are now almost touching.
We gaze in each other's eyes for a few seconds, smiling in silence.
He pushes my hair back, behind my ear. I suddenly realise, is he about to kiss me?
I suddenly panic and step back, trying to act casual. "So, where shall we start?" I say, pressing play on the music. The room fills with music, drowning out the romantic moment we just shared.
He looks a bit sad.
"Oh, um.. from the top." Michael says, shaking his head quickly.
We start dancing round each other. It feels so natural. I do my strut and swing my hips. All the time, I feel my heart fluttering.
He holds my waist behind me, and I turn my head back and we are almost touching noses.
He smiles, and kisses the tip of my nose, as I scrunch it up like a little girl.
We carry on the dance, and I get a feeling he likes me. He keeps taking every chance he can to touch me, but it's probably just because we have to as part of the dance.
Either way, I'm having the time of my life, and he seems to be too.

6 Hours Later

Michael and I pull up to our hotel alone, as the rest of the team had gone separately to have lunch earlier, and then been with Frank and the team all day. I'm not too sure what they were doing, but probably planning their roles in the tour and where to go and when.
Me and Michael had been dancing and talking for hours in the dance studio.
We had about an hour laying on the floor telling each other our embarrassing moments and laughing like children.
As I step out the bus, I notice how dark it is out. It's about 9:20pm and there are a few stars in the sky. The wind is slight but icy when it hits you.
Michaels hops out behind me, wearing sunglasses and a fedora, his hair in a low ponytail.
There are a big group of paparazzi hanging like leech around the entrance of the hotel.
"Looks like we're gonna have to run. You ok?" Michael says to me.
I nod, feeling anxious. I know paparazzi can be violent sometimes.
As if Michael knows how I'm feeling, he grabs my hand and squeezes it.
"I won't let you get hurt, Bel." He says.
Did he just call me Bel? That had the nicest ring to it, giving me butterflies as I try to hold back my smile; I fail.
Michael's bodyguards step around us as we run down the maroon carpet, leading to the front door. Michael still clenching my small hand.
The security slam the doors shut behind us and stand in front of the glass doors, blocking the paparazzi's view of inside. I felt so safe having them here, and Michael.
We walk down the corridor to our hotel rooms, as Michael said we had to stay another night. We have a jam packed few first days, and no ones complaining. We all love it.
"You alright?" He says sweetly as we walk slowly down the silent, warm corridor.
"Yes I am, thank you. They're crazy though!" I say enthusiastically, "You must get really tired of it."
He nods and furrows his brows, "Yeah, it's definitely a down side. Sometimes they grab me and it can hurt. But the security is always good so I guess I'm safe..."
He looked upset. I run my hand through his curls, as he is seems down.
"You sure are, don't worry Mike." I say supportively. Seeing him upset broke my heart.
A smile instantly appears on his face, even his eyes smile.
"Mike?" He says wiggling his brows at me.
"Bel?" I say back, mimicking his eyebrow movement.
We laugh and he throws his arm over my shoulders. This is easy for him as he's around 5"9.
We eventually reach our hotel rooms.
"Well, goodnight then!" I say, smiling at Michael as I lean on my doorframe.
He shakes his head, also leaning on his door frame opposite me. He steps forward towards me, allowing his door to slam shut. He doesn't even turn round, he's just staring at me. At my lips.
Suddenly his lips are pressed against mine, as he pecks my lips.
He pulls back as if he's checking for approval. My eyes are still shut, but I smile at him.
He kisses me again, passionately this time, as he wraps his hands behind my head. I place my hands up on his shoulders.
He then steps away and back to his room. He turns to me as he walks in.
"Night, Bel." He says, looking the happiest I've seen him.
"Goodnight." I reply, biting my bottom lip and smiling incessantly.
Both our doors slam shut.
I lean against the back of my door, and slide down to the ground. My face is in my hands, I can't stop smiling.