Ugly hearts (Michael Clifford FanFiction)

Chapter 7: Stairs

 “So what do you think?” he asked me, while we were standing on top of the hill.

He brought me to the highest hill around, and I felt like my legs are going to fall off. The journey to here, was like hell. A lot of stairs.

But when I looked around I felt much better.

The view was amazing. The city of New York, at night- all the lights though. From here you can see every single light, how it’s fading into the darkness. How it hides in its own shadow.

“It’s…” I made a pause, because there are no words for this view. But then I gathered myself together, he probably thinks I’m a weirdo now.

“It’s breathtaking…” I finally said, then continued. “Beautiful” I whisper at the end. I didn’t think he would hear me. But he did.

“Not like you.” He whispered in my ear.

He walked behind me. He was smiling the entire time. I love his smile more than anything.

He hugged me from behind. He put his hands around my waist, and squeezed it softly. Then he rested his head on my shoulder. His thumbs were caressing my skin on the waist, and the chills ran down my spine and butterflies just woke up in my belly.

I closed my eyes, just wishing this moment could last forever. How did I get so lucky? I don’t deserve a man like him. He is so sweet and caring, and so funny. He has everything I was looking for, everything I wished for.

“Kylie?” he awaked me from my dream.

“Yeah?”

“I want to ask you something…” he continued. He was nervous, his hands were shaking a little.

I nodded in response and smiled at him, maybe it will make him less nervous.

“I…I mean…would you…if you want…-“he started, and he was leaning in again. Our foreheads touched and I felt so safe with him. I closed my eyes again, and when I opened  them to check why he stopped; his eyes were closed too. 

Then my phone started ringing.

“I’m sorry Mikey” I said with apologizing look. He nodded and smiled sadly and looked at the ground. I felt bad. Ugh who is calling me? That person is going to be blown away from my outburst, I was so mad. I stepped a few steps away from Mikey and took phone out.

Caller I.D.: Ashton

What does he want?

“Hello. Ashton?”

“Yeah. Hi Kylie, I hope I’m not bothering you?” he asked

Oh yes you are! In fact you always find the wrong time. Michael was probably going to ask me something important, and then you decide to call? Ugh, now I probably won’t figure it out what, from what I saw in movies. They never tell you after something like this. But this is not a movie, Kylie. Ugh.

“Am…no Ashton you don’t. What’s the matter?” I sighed, thinking about what Mikey would have asked me.

“Well…It turns out, I have to work tomorrow at 4. So can we meet up at maybe 12am? It’s not too early is it?” he asked with hope in his voice.

“Am…yes, I mean no it’s not too early, and yes its fine by me.”

“Good, I thought you might me mad and…”

He was going on and on about something, but I didn’t give much attention. I was too busy looking at Mikey. He looked so sad; my heart just broke. Why is Ashton so bad at timing?