Savannah // Michael Clifford

3.5 - Number Four

Savannah

I didn't care how or why he was here, the only thing I knew as I jumped into his arms and planted a very intimate kiss onto his lips was that I missed him dearly; and that I never wanted this moment of pure bliss to end. He kissed back with just as much passion that I could have melted into a puddle of emotions. All too soon I was pulling away as I needed to inhale air.

"What are you doing here, sweet face? I'm positive that you said I would see you until tomorrow evening." My breath came out in fast hiccups as a massive grin came over his face.

"I just couldn't resist surprising my girl." I hugged him again, loving that I was in his arms- quite literally- again.

"Babe, the hair, it's different."

After I let go, I watched as his eyes roamed around my head, taking in the dark oak colored strands that now fell around my face. The way he said it made me feel a little nervous. "The color is a good different, right?" I asked because he never gave a clue if he liked it or not.

"I love it. It just feels more like you and it suits those pretty blue eyes of yours too."

"Well, I love your hair too."

I had seen the selfie he sent to me with a text saying, 'I'm so hot' and the black hair difference the other day. After sending it to me he then proceeded to post it on Twitter with the caption a little different; 'You're so hot.'

Fans went crazy over the new photo of their idol. Reading the comments about the change was even better.

The next day I was missing in action from Michael's side and doing secret rehearsals for the show, prepping my skin and getting mine and Nicole's nails done. Plus on top of all that there was major last minute details being finalized for my new album to be released on music platforms. 

It made me excited yet nervous for it to be out tomorrow. Would my fans like it? Would Michael like it as well; and understand my reasons for the songs or why I decided to be so open with my lyrics? I knew deep down that he would understand and love it but I just wanted to make him proud.

"Okay Savannah, your performance dress is in your dressing room. The room is under an alias so no worries about that. I'll have the rest of your black carpet outfit ready for you when you are getting dressed." Breanna commented as I came out of a sound proof room inside the awards show building.

The guys were out at the stage practicing for their own performance. That made it a bit easier for me to slip away from Michael's side.

I ran through the piano part of my performance and then ran through it with the vocals. By the time I was done with mine I still had just enough time to get back to Michael.

I wasn't staying to finish seeing him perform, Nicole and I had lunch plans and then to get our nails done. After that we needed to stop and pick up some things to make for dinner.

I found an easy recipe for orange chicken online, and since it Michael's favorite, I thought I would surprise him with it. He's been the best boyfriend lately that I had to treat him to some good food.

"You ready?" I spoke coming to the side of Nicole. She jumped and smacked my shoulder.

"Yes, I am. Don't scare me like that." 

Quickly, we gathered our purses and took off to the Olive Garden a couple blocks away and the to the nail salon. Lunch was amazing, we ended up getting the Chicken Parmesan with pasta and the endless salad. It's my absolute favorite.  The nail salon was a little ways away but we didn't mind the drive over since it gave us a little time to discuss my performance tomorrow. I think we were both excited to see how the guys would react to the surprise.