Rock With You: A Love Story

my heart in a taxi

Belle's POV

"Michael, what about this?" I say, holding up a screw driver. I could barely see it, but I could feel what it was.
"Mmm...no. It won't fit." Michael tuts, on his knees. We have been searching for something to push open this window we discovered earlier. It's slightly cracked open, but it's locked so it can go no further.
I slide my back down the wall in defeat, "Michael, this is not working." I exhale, putting my face in my hands.
"I know, baby." Michael responds, sighing just like I did.
"Maybe we just find somewhere comfortable and sleep here for the night?" I suggest, as my final idea.
"Comfortable? It's a corridor, there's nowhere. I just want a shower, I feel so sweaty." He moans.
"I know, so do I baby. But we can't, so we might as well settle somewhere until someone comes to open the door." I say, with a tired, croaky voice.
He nods. All I can see is his silhouette, but I can tell what his facial expression is. Exhaustion, frustration and defeat.
"I'm so sorry." He whispers.
"Michael, this is absolutely not you're fault." I say, sternly.
"I just...I feel I should always take care of you. And you won't be happy or safe here." He says quietly, his voice full of guilt.
"Michael, baby. Look at me." I say, placing my hand gently on the side of his face. He slowly turns to face me, revealing the outline of his gorgeous facial features. "You didn't cause this. I didn't cause this. It just happened. I don't blame you whatsoever. I'm always happy and safe when I'm with you. Please don't blame yourself, you can't control everything that happens, baby." I whisper, strongly.
He nods and I see a faint smile paint across his sweet face. I smile back at him, and he lays down. His head on my lap, and his legs stretched out. He looks up at me, admiringly.
"You know, this reminds me of when we were first on our way to Times Square, in the limo." I say, twiddling his hair between my little fingers. He reaches his arms to my hand, and strokes his smooth, fingers against the back of my hand.
"I'm so in love with you, Bel." Michael says while exhaling.
"And I'm so in love with you." I respond, smiling. His hand reaches my middle finger, as he brushes his hand against my ring.
"You're wearing it!" He exclaims excitedly, still quietly.
"Of course I'm wearing it." I scoff, gently giggling. He pulls my hand to his face, and gently presses his sweet, warm lips against the ring. Over and over again.
"You know, one day, this will be a wedding ring." Michael says, confidently.
"Oh, will it now?" I chuckle, still playing with his hair with my other hand.
"Mhm." He hums with certainty.
"Dating a month and already having the marriage chat." I whisper, shaking my head at his cuteness.
"I just can't imagine my life without you. Truly." He says.
"I feel the exact same, sweet." I whisper.
We slowly drift off into sleep. My mind fills with dreams of our lives together, and I imagine his does too. I'm so content. I'm locked in a corridor in a huge, empty arena with my boyfriend, and I've never felt so free and happy. That's how you know it's true love.

"Michael? And...Belle?"
I open my eyes to see a woman. I blink repeatedly to reveal her identity. Hannah. I mentally roll my eyes.
"You guys slept here?" She exclaims, looking angry.
I rub my eyes and look down to see Michael still fast asleep, his head still on my lap. His curls fall down onto my legs, his soft complexion lays on my lap like an angel.
"Mike." I whisper, stroking his head gently. His eyes open slowly and I can practically see his mind boggling as he puts together where he is and what's happening.
"Morning, beautiful." He whispers, sitting up and kissing my cheek.
"Good morning, baby." I say, smiling sweetly at him.
"So you slept in this corridor? Why?" Hannah exclaims.
"Hannah, go away." I groan, my mouth moving before I think.
Did I just tell Hannah to go away? I'm not mad about it. Sometimes I wish I had the confidence to stand up to people more.
"See you later, Mike." She says as she struts down the corridor, stepping dramatically over my legs.
Michael looks at me, and he's smiling with his eyes.
"What?" I giggle, going into a yawn.
He laughs, "You tell her, babe."
I roll my eyes and stand up, reaching my hand out to pull Michael up.

7:01am
Michael's POV

All my team and dancers are now here, and I only just arrived. I'm never late. But to be fair, I was locked in a corridor. Last night was one of my favourite nights ever. It was so simple and unplanned, but so perfect. I'm so in love with Belle, and I know she is with me too. I can't wait to see her everyday, and when I do, I get a jittery feeling of excitement.
"Sorry everyone. There was a...situation. So I had to have a shower and get ready here. But, let's get straight to it, okay?" I exclaim to the huddle of people on stage.
They all nod and say their 'alright's' and we begin.
The whole time, all I can think about is Belle. I'm so happy I met her. Her smile literally gives me a sudden, instant mood lift. All I want to do is hold her. She's mine.
"What do you think, Mike?" I hear, breaking my train of thought.
"Sorry, what?" I say, politely.
"I was thinking me and Belle could take turns playing Tatiana's role in The Way You Make Me Feel, so the crowd doesn't get bored. It would add more variety, ya know?" Hannah says, her hands on her hips. Her hair is bright, scarlet red, matching her satin lipstick.
"Uh..." Is all I can think of. Good one, Michael.
"I'll tell the team you agree, yeah?" She says, staring into my eyes.
"...Sam! I need to talk to you, to ask you about...you're shoes." I shout, walking away from Hannah quickly. I didn't know what to say.
"My what?" Sam says, frowning.
"Oh, never mind. It's ok." I say walking away from Sam. Why am I so awkward? I just want to find Bel. Where is she? I feel so discombobulated.
Hours passed by, until rehearsal was over. We had tomorrow off, and it was the day I introduce Belle to my family. God, it better go right. I have a crazy huge family.
I say goodbye to my Bel, as she goes home to Lex and Charlotte for a night. We have plans for me to pick her up tomorrow at 11am.
"I love you." I say genuinely to her, as we walk towards a vacant yellow taxi.
"I love you more." She says, sitting down in the back of a taxi.
"Stay safe, baby. See you tomorrow." I say, slamming the door shut behind her. Her window is wide open, so I lean in and kiss her on the head.
"See you, sweet." She says, as the taxi drives off. I never like leaving her, even if I see her the next day. I watch the vehicle swerve away, and all I can think is my heart is in that taxi. It's it's painful to me.
I turn to get into my limo, and head back to Neverland. It's a little bit of a long drive, but I don't mind. I'll just sleep the whole way to Santa Barbara.