Rock With You: A Love Story

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Michael's POV

I wake up to my alarm, it's 5:30am. As always.
I throw myself out of bed and walk into the bathroom, my feet slapping on the bathroom tiles.
I drop my clothes to the floor and step into the shower. This shower could for about 5 people in it.
There are shower heads above me and to the sides of me, so it feels like some sort of massage. There's a seat on the side of the shower, beside the shelf of products.
I sit down and shiver, the tiled seats cold against my naked body.
The showers always been the best place to think for me. It's like that water pours ideas and wisdom onto me.
Still sat down, I unconsciously rub minty fresh body wash on the same part of my shoulder for ages, staring into the distance, memories of yesterday flowing through my head.
I remember her dancing next to me, our bodies move like one. She has so much passion for dancing and performing, you can tell. It radiates from her smile when she rehearses.
Oh, her smile. Her sweet laugh. It sounds like the greatest symphony to my ears.
I am definitely falling for her.
I haven't fallen for anyone for what feels like years. There's just something different about this girl. As soon as she stepped on stage at the auditions and introduced herself, I felt a connection.
I knew I'd pick her.
She doesn't treat me like The King Of Pop, she treats me like Michael.
Her dark, wavy hair flows around her shoulders perfectly. Her chocolate, doe eyes pierce my soul, yet they're so warm, so loving. Her sweet pink lips, move in rhythm to her words, as they gently fall out her mouth. I swear they're shaped like a heart.
I can't help but feel weak around her.
The shower suddenly turns ice cold, as I jump forwards like a fish on ground.
I realise I've probably been in the shower too long, and somehow I've even washed and conditioned my hair without even noticing.
I step out the shower onto the tiles, and wrap a white, fluffy hotel towel around my waist.
I rub my hands against the mirror to smear off the condensation, revealing my reflection.
I comb my curls and apply some makeup.
I then make my way back into my room, my feet cushioned on the warm carpet.
I put on a black v neck t shirt, some black, skinny jeans and a baggy, red Letterman jacket, with an M on the front left.
My hairs now almost dry, so I just tie it back in a low pony, and pull some bits out at the front to frame my face.
I slip into my black loafers and leave my hotel room.
I brush down my clothes, to check I look presentable, before knocking on Belle's door.
Just as I put up my fist to knock, the door opens, making me stumble slightly.
Belle is stood there in red, Lycra shorts and a red sports bra. She has a sheer, silver sports top over her bra, making the red show through.
Her dark hair is up in a messy ponytail, but looks effortlessly beautiful. The red looks perfect against her hair colour.
She flashes a grin at me, "Michael!" she says, chucking that I nearly fell into her room.
I gulp, still looking at her, "Hey Belle, you look beautiful." I respond. I'm proud of myself for having a sudden burst of confidence, although I have no idea where it came from. I'm surprisingly shy.
"Aw thank you! You don't look to bad yourself", she says as she playfully pokes my chest, laughing and closing the door behind us.
I smile and blush.
"Did I just make Michael Jackson blush?" She says as she flips her head to face me, her hands still locking the door. She smiles cutely.
"I guess you did, Belle" I say, matter-of-factly, as we being walking down the corridor.
"So what's the plans today, Mike?" She says to me. When she calls me Mike, I feel so special and loved. I don't even know why, she has such power over me.
"Welll", I say while I push the elevator button, "technically I can now send everyone home, after breakfast. As everyone has a feel of what tour rehearsals will be like, and this was just a taster."
"Well I loved it, I can't wait to go on tour." She says, leaning on the elevator doors.
"Me neither. It'll be busy, but it makes me happy seeing my fans. It's like a second family to me" I say shrugging, my hands on my hips.
I hear the ding of the lift doors as they begin to draw open. Belle falls back, but manages not to fall by keeping her balance with her arms.
"Woah" She says, laughing, as she turns to go in the elevator properly.
I laugh at her.
"If I were to send you home today, would you be doing anything?" I say nervously trying to sand casual, as I use arm actions while I talk. It's a bad habit. Whenever I'm trying to hide my nerves I use my hands too much.
"Probably just see my family back in Pennsylvania. I love it here in New York though, so I might stay for a-bit, I'm not sure yet. What would you do?" She says sweetly, looking like she genuinely would like to know the answer.
"Well I don't have plans. If you're free, maybe we could-"
"I'd love to!" She squeals, interrupting me.

*Belle's POV*

*mental face palm*
Why did I have to make it so obvious I like him?
I wondered what he would have said if he continued so I came up with a question.
"Sorry! You were saying?" I apologise awkwardly.
He laughs, "I think you got the right idea."
Phew.
"It's a surprise though. As you get to know me, you'll see I love surprises." He says widening his eyes with a grin.
I mirror his grin, full of excitement.
"Well you've come to the right girl, because I love being surprised." I say.
We both laugh, and the elevator opens.
We walk into the lobby, and the whole team I stood there in a circle, holding their suitcases.
"You're leaving?" Michael said, confused, but not upset.
"Well Michael, we should give them their last free month for a while. Then bring them all back for the start of the tour" says Frank, "No slacking though! Keep up the practice, you don't wanna get rusty. Rust is bad." He raises his eyebrows and looks at everyone.
"Ok I agree, head on home guys! See you in a month. Great work, lovely getting to know you all a bit." Michael says, as they all say their thankyou's and head out he door with Frank.
Frank pops his head round the corner.
"Belle? You coming?" He asks, expecting a yes.
"Uhm.." I say, racking my brain for an excuse. I think it would seem to weird if I told him what was really happening. He may think I got the job just to get to Michael.
"She needs to stay. She's meeting her family here in an hour and they're having a tour of New York." Michael says, looking proud he came up with such a good plan. I was impressed.
I nod.
"Ok girly, see you soon!" Frank says waving as he walks on the bus.
The bus doors close, and it pulls away. It's now just me and Michael.
I turn to him, and see he's already staring at me, beaming.
"Yes?" I say chuckling.
He smirks, "lets go get breakfast. We have a busy day ahead!" He says with a wink, as he puts his hand on the small of my back, leading me back to the elevator.
What was I in for?