Rock With You: A Love Story

girls

Michael's POV

I don't move. I keep my eyes glued to the figure.
Seconds later, I gently push Belle off my lap and lay her head on a cushion on the couch, she stays asleep.
I walk slowly towards the door and unlatch it, making no noise. I step outside, the choppy night air freshening my face. I step down the stones and look around.
I see the black figure, it's holding something. And facing me. It's not trying to run, it's simply staying there.
I squint, and a large flash quickly comes from the figure causing me to flinch.
Then I realise. The paparazzi.
How did they get in to Neverland? I have security, clearly I need more.
"Hey! Get off!" I whisper/yell, not wanting to wake Belle. I shoo them with my hands.
"Smile Michael!" I hear, it's a foreign male accent. They sound Spanish or something.
"I'm calling security." I say sternly, disgusting by the paparazzi. I get no privacy.
About 3 minutes later, a group of my security arrive. They surround the paparazzi, which by now there are more of. I guess they were hiding in the trees or something.
They get escorted off my property, and I get an apology from my workers.
"They didn't come through the gates, Mike. I was watching all this time, I swear." One of my security pleaded.
"I believe you. There must be another way in. I want you to scan the land for any entrances and block them off. I'll hire more people tomorrow. Goodnight." I say, walking back into my house.
I shut the door behind me, to see Belle still sound asleep on the couch by the fire. This had been a long, bumpy night. I lay down beside her and fall asleep, my tired eyes can't stay open any longer.

I open my eyes. The light had been blasting in through all the many windows, waking me up naturally and gradually. I look and see Belle is facing the other way, still sleeping. I sneak up, and walk to the kitchen, stretching my arms in the air.
I pick up the phone in a stand on the wall and press the 'service' button.
"Michael?" I hear down the phone. It's a delicate, female voice.
"Hey, Marie." I say, yawning. Marie is a cook in my house, but we have also known each other for years. She's a really talented dancer too.
"Just woken up?" She giggles.
"How did you guess?" I say, with my croaky morning voice.
She laughs, "Did you want breakfast?"
"Yeah, can I have 2 of the Pancake breakfasts please." I say leaning my back against the wall.
"Mhmm. Any drinks?" She says.
"Some fruit smoothie." I say shrugging, although she can't see me.
"Okay, Mike. How you doing anyway? I have barely seen you recently." She says.
"I've been busy. Tour stuff. But I'm good. I'm with Belle now, you met her? You'd get along well." I say, rubbing my tired eyes.
"I haven't, but I'm sure she's amazing if you're with her." She says. I can imagine her smiling through the phone.
"You can see her when you bring the food over. Anyway, see you in a minute." I speak, hanging up the phone.
I traipse back into the room where Belle is, and she's sat up on the couch now.
"You're up!" I exclaim.
"What time is it?" She yawns.
"I don't know, maybe 6." I say nonchalantly.
"That's so early. Too early." She says.
"Tour life." I giggle, sitting beside her.
"It's worth it." She says, kissing my cheek.
"Breakfast's on its way. So we can get ready while we wait." I say, standing back up. I reach out my hand for Belle, and she takes it. I try to pull her up, but instead she pulls me down.
"Belle!" I giggle.
"I don't wanna get up. I just wanna lounge about with you." She moans.
"And we will, after the tour. Ok?" I say, looking into her big eyes.
"Too long!" She shouts, standing up.
"Well I'm sorry." I joke, standing up too, "But then we have our whole lives. Until the next tour." I say winking, causing her to laugh.
We both go and get ready, then I hear a knock on the door. I run down stairs to get it, but Belle is already there.
"Hi?" Belle says, not sounding impressed.
"Belle!" Marie exclaims, walking straight in past her.
"Sorry, do I know you?" Belle says, crossing her little arms.
"I'm Marie. And no you don't. But I've heard about you! I'm Michael's friend, and cook." Marie giggles.
"Do you have food?" Belle says, with a sassy tone.
"Girls!" I say frolicking down the stairs, "I see you have met." Belle nods.
"Yes! Belle, you are so beautiful." Marie shouts.
"Thanks." Belle says, looking around the room.
"Pancakes?" I say.
"Right here." Marie says, running out the door, then back in with a big tray.
"Thanks, M." I say, looking at all the pancakes piled up.
"How do you know each other?" Belle says.
"We've known each other forever! We met at school." Marie says, over excitedly.
"Yeah, and lived nearby." I add.
"How cute." Belle says, in a full voice.
I look at Belle and frown as if to say what's up with you?  But she just smiles at me.
"I'll leave you two. See you later. Nice meeting you Belle!" Marie says slamming he door behind her.
"She seemed nice." Belle says, taking a plate of pancakes.
"You're jealous." I chuckle.
"I'm not!" Belle shouts, "Thank you for getting pancakes baby." She changes topic.
"It's alright." I say giggling.
We eat and talk for a little bit, until we leave for rehearsals. A car pulls up outside and we get in, on our way to the arena.
We arrive soon later, and hop out the car.
"Just on time. Thanks guys." I say to Ben and Simon, the car driving away.
"I'm so ready to rehearse, I have so much energy and I don't know why." Belle says playfully skipping around me.
I giggle, "Maybe it was you're amazing breakfast."
"Yeah, thanks Marie, you started my day well." She says sweetly, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Belle, stop!" I shout, laughing. She takes my hand and we both run into the arena laughing.
Not everyone was here yet, about half. So I decide to start a warm up.
"Morning team. Ok, while we wait for everyone else, let's stretch." I exclaim.
"Yes! Let's stretch!" Hannah shouts after me. Belle looks at me and rolls her eyes. I giggle.