Rock With You: A Love Story

pancakes and stawberries

Sydney, Australia
8:03am

Belle's POV

I cross my legs and perch on top of the silky, white bed sheets, admiring the view between the white, transparent curtains while I wait for Michael to shower.

You can really see everything. Even a blurred horizon miles away is in sight. Something I love about Sydney is that although it's heavily built upon, there's always gorgeous greenery dotted in between all the man-made architecture and buildings.

I release my hair from my pathetic attempt of messy bun, and decide to try and make it look somewhat presentable. Although Michael and I are only staying here today, I'd like to make an effort for him. I slowly walk towards the full-length mirror hanging on the wall, my feet stroking the plushy, cream carpet, and begin to brush it.

The only sound I can hear right now is the constant humming of the air conditioning, Michael's shower and his singing. I step closer to the door to listen for a minute to realise he's singing All Night Long by Lionel Richie, fairly quietly. That's one of my favourite songs, and I told him that yesterday while we were on our way to the stadium. It brings a smile to my face, which doesn't leave my face as I walk back to the mirror and continue listening while brushing my hair.

His voice is so soft and soothing, yet powerful and unique. It reminds me just why he is who he is. Sometimes I forget that I'm dating Michael Jackson; the worlds King of Pop, because I've only ever known his as Michael; the sweet, shy guy. It amazes me every time. How someone so shy and pure can be known to be the opposite. I'm so glad I know him for who he is, he's the best thing that ever happened to me. I've been so much happier since we've started talking, and I think he has too. I really believe we are made for each other.

A few minutes later, I finish straightening my hair. I brush it into a middle parting and leave it to hang down straight, my favourite way to have my hair. Michael is still in the shower, now singing Baby Love by The Supreme's, so I decide to apply some natural make up too. Who needs a radio when you have Michael Jackson?

I blend a little concealer under my eyes to hide my lack of sleep, apply some mascara to my non-existent eyelashes, brush my eyebrows into place and apply some peach lip balm. I rack my mind for more things to do to pass time, when I choose to slip on the hotel slider shoes and sit back on the bed.

A few seconds later, while looking out the window, I feel two, wet arms wrap around my body.
"You're wet!" I scream with laughter and shock. He locks his fingers in front of me and tightens his grip, beginning to laugh in my ear.
"No! Let g-go!" I struggle to speak through my laughter and scrambling around to break free.
"Never!" He chuckles, his wet curls now dripping down my neck.
"Michael!" I burst out laughing, so much my stomach hurts. I turn around my body within his grip so his hands are now around my back, our bodies pressed against each other. I notice he's just wearing a towel around his waist, his body dripping. He looks insanely hot.
"Ooo, I like you're make-up. And you're hair, you have a different parting." He speaks softly, now with a fairly, straight face.
"Thank you, Mic-" I begin, but am stopped my his lips smashing against mine. His hands move around my waist, mine around his neck. His lips are so warm and soft, I die a little inside. I stay sat on the edge of the bed, him stood towering over me. His lips quickly pull back from the kiss, our foreheads still touching.
"Did you eat a peach?" He grins.
"It's lip balm, baby." I shake my head with a smirk.
"Well, I like it. This will be happening more." He pecks my lips and licks his, like a little boy.
"Good." I place my hands in his hair, gripping onto his wet curls. His hands make their way up to my head, cupping my jaw as we kiss. He begins to kiss down my neck as I kick my head back.
"Oh! I forgot!" Michael suddenly removed his sweet lips from my skin, making me take in a sharp breath of reality.
"What, baby?" I ask, wondering what could possibly be important right now.
"I booked us breakfast at 9, what's the time?" He let's go of me as I watch him walk over to the clock on the wall. "It's 8:54!" He exclaims.
"Or we could just order room service..." I suggest, preferring a day in.
"Come onnnn!" He smiles, his eyes not leaving mine as he walks over.
"Okay, okay. I'll get changed quickly." I stand up and stroke down my dressing gown from where Michael's hands where on my thighs.
I grab and outfit from one of my large, leather suitcases an take it into the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" I turn to see leaning on the bed, arms crossed over his body.
"Getting changed?" I continue walking in.
"Hm, fine." He shrugs with a smirk. I shake my head at him and shut the door.
"You need to too, Mike." I remind him, as he looks down at himself and gasps. I have no idea how he does these things.

I quickly put on some loose, blue boyfriend jeans and a cropped white vest top. I slip on some ankle socks and pat down my hair, running it through my fingers as Michael had messed it up.

I walk out the bathroom to see Michael in the exact same place, his stare too, yet he's in a new outfit. He's wearing a fitted, white t-shirt, you can see his body underneath, which I love. Alongside his usual black slacks and loafers. I adore his style.
"Hi, babe." I laugh at him staring at me, "I love you're outfit."
"Hey. Thank, Bel." He walks over to me, "Do you want my shirt?"
"Oh, sure." I smile at him, as he is already getting out a cute, orange shirt from his suitcase.
He holds it up, waiting for me to put my arm in like a little kid, which makes me smile.
I slip into it and he quickly kisses the top of my head before grabbing the room key and taking my hand in his. I don't know what changed, but Michael's been all over me recently. I'm not complaining.

We walk down the corridor, a couple flights of stairs and into the lobby. It seems oddly quiet down here, in fact, there isn't anyone apart from the hotel employees.
"Woah, why's it empty?" I scan the restaurant, wondering if it's shut or something.
"I told you I booked breakfast." He smiles down at me, his hand squeezing mine.
"Yeah but... wait, you booked the whole restaurant?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Yeah, of course." He says casually. His curls blow around his face beautifully as he turns his head quickly to face the employee waiting for us. I don't know why this shocks me.
"Mr and Mrs Jackson?" She looks down at a little book of bookings and back up at us.
"Yep." Michael nods.

Oh my god. My heart.

"This way, please. Is there anywhere you'd like to sit?" She says with a slight chuckle.
"Uh, how about there?" He points to the booth at the back.
"Sure." The lady walks us over and places down a couple of menus. "Take as much time as you need."
"Thank you." I say sweetly to her before she walks away.

Michael's POV

I glance around the hotel's restaurant, it's so nice. Every table is a deep, chestnut wood and every chair is a soft, cream colour. The walls alternate with cream and orange, but it works. It's so sleek and modern.
"This is so sleek, I love it." Belle says in awe. I swear we are psychic, no one believes us.
"I know, it's beautiful. Have I mentioned you look good in my shirts?" I smile at her, she chuckles and shakes her head.
"No, not in the last ten minutes no." She laughs.
"Love you." I place my hand over hers on top of the table, looking into her eyes.
"Love you more, Mike." She replies, sincerely.
"Sure." I squint my eyes at her.
"We are not having this argument again!" She throws her head back with laughter. God, I love this woman.

"And I'll take the buttermilk pancakes with strawberries please." Belle places her order after mine. I got a full English, with extra hash browns because Belle wanted to try one.
"Thank you." I hand the lady our menu's, as she nods and scurried off again.
"Where were we?" Belle looks at me with love in her eyes, just a phone begins to ring loudly. We both look over to see the lady pick up on the way back from taking our orders.

"Hello?" She says loudly. "Yes... I'll have to check."
She begins to walk back over to us, the grey telephone phone in her hand.
"Mr Jackson, someone says they're on the phone for you. Apparently if I just say it's Eddie, you'll get it.
He said you've been expecting his call!" She chirps, handing me the phone.
My eyes widen with panic, "Yep, I'll take that. I'm sorry Belle, I'm just gonna take this over there."
"It's fine, baby." She puts her hand on my shoulder as I stand up and walk over towards the other side of the room.

"Eddie!" I chirp. I've been friends with Eddie for years, he's always been there for me. I don't get to see him that often, when I'm on tour, especially.
"Mike! How's it going, mate?" He replies excitedly.
"Great, great. Did you find out? Sorry I'm at breakfast with Belle right now, I'll have to be brief." I get to the point.
"Oh, sorry man. She still doesn't know anything, right?" Eddie sounds guilty for calling me at such an inconvenient time.
"No, it's fine down worry. Did you find out? What did they say?" I ask hopefully.
"Yep, it's all cool Mike. Lakeland's said they can cater to all wedding sizes." Eddie brings me such amazing news.
I sigh with relief, "Perfect! Thank you so much. Did they say it was okay about shutting the place down while we get married?"
"Yeah, again, they said that's completely fine. They seem totally up for it, man! I'm so excited for you." He squeals.
"Ugh, I'm so relieved. Thank you so much, man. Look, I'm gonna have to go or Bel might get suspicious, but I'll call you later, ok?" I cut the conversation short as I glance over at Belle. She's playing with a little napkin on the table, probably bored.
"That's cool, Mike. Have fun, can't wait to meet her." He says.
"Bye!" I say.
"See ya in a few days!" He replies as I hang up the phone.

Now, it's time to think of another excuse to tell Belle.