Demons ; Michael Clifford

Chapter 3

**KATIE'S POV**

I was woken up by the sun beaming through the car window and something banging on the car door.

My neck was really sore from sleeping in the car and I was still overly tired.

I open my eyes and notice Michael's newly green hair outside the car.

"You came home, I know you would!" He spoke as I opened the car door.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you Michael." I reply bluntly.

I don't want to be like this towards him, I want to tell him I love him and that we can get through this together.

But the constant lying and betrayal that he does hurts me so I'm not going to crack, not yet anyway.

"Forgive me for what? All I done was have a few drinks!" his voice was cold and harsh.

"Can we not do this here." I say noticing a few paparazzi appearing around the corner snapping photos.

He nods and we both walk into the house.

"All I done was have a couple of drinks."

"Michael you're a fucking alcoholic!"

"Excuse me!" His voice booms through the quite house.

"Michael you can't last a day without alcohol, you become such a violent person when you drink. When I fell for you, you were the quiet boy who was so sweet and caring. Now I'm scared to be around you in fear that you might of had a drink."

"You're scared of me?" he asked smirking looking downing at me.

"Yeah Michael, yeah I am, I don't even know why I came home!"

**MICHAEL'S POV**

"Yeah Michael, yeah I am I don't even know why I came home!"

She ran up the stairs slamming the bed room door.

What is wrong with me! Why can't I stop being such a dick to her, she's me bloody girlfriend. There's just something about her that makes me just burn inside, I don't know how to describe it I've never felt this way before. I love her but she just makes me so mad sometimes.

I always thought that drinking solved everything. Before me and Katie got together it did. The alcohol solved every problem I was having.

I slowly make my way upstairs and stand at our bedroom door.

I put my hand up to knock on the door but once I heard her sobbing I couldn't. I slid my back down the door and sat there in silence.

"Go have a drink, she doesn't care about you, why would she look at you!" The voice in my head said.

"NO!" I yelled.

"Michael?" Katie asked opening the door causing me to fall back a little.

"Em.. yeah?" I rubbed the back of my head.

"What were you yelling at?"

She had mascara lines down her face and her eyes were all red and puffy.

"Oh em nothing."

She stepped towards me so there was only about a step between us.

She stared at me and then crashed her lips onto mine.

"I've missed you, the old you."