Reunited || Michael Clifford

SIX

The bright sunlight woke me up the following morning, although we had slept outdoors with nothing other than sheets covering us for some reason it was one of the best nights i could remember having. I shifted slightly to cuddle with Michael. 

"Good morning Mikey" 

He smiled and put his arm around my back, pulling me closer to his chest and feeling the heat of eachother bodys.

"It's the last day"  I mumbled, almost in tears.

"I told you Kiera, this doesn't have to end here if you don't want it to"  he insisted

I didn't know what to say because I had way too many doubts. Instead I nodded.

Michael turned to me with a look of approvance on his face. I giggled as he leaned in to kiss me.

As much as I loved it when Michael was all cudly and cute to me, i also hated it because I new it wouldn't last forever.

I pulled away and opened my eyes to find myself looking at someone pretty familiar.

I tried ignoring it as Mikey and I started walking towards where the crowd was. We sat in a circle along with Luke and Elena.

Instanty Elena ellbowed me in the ribcage as if she wanted to alert me about something.

"ky-le" she mouthed. I shrugged as i felt a hand go on my back.

"Hey! Can we sit with... Oh hey"

"Hi..." i gulped

Michael turned around and instantly turned as pale as the colour of my white converse.

"Kyle?" Michael mumbled loud enough for us all to hear.

"Well look who I have found here, Mr backstabber and Mrs I can't defend myself, what a joy" Kyle laughed and brofisted his "friend" but by the ring they were both wearing i'm afraid it perhaps may have been more than that.

Michaels grip on my hand tightened extremely "Say that once more and i'll break your face" he yelled as he stood up to face him. His chin just above Kyles nose demonstrating the obvious height difference between them.

Kyle laughed, a sarcastic laugh, took hold of his "friends" shoulder and walked away while mumbling at almost a whisper tone.

"What a fucking bastard, it's clear you'd never met him properly, if you had you would have never been interested" Michael froze and a look of anguish was drawn on his face. One that seemed to say i really regret saying what I just did.

"I'm sorry kiera, I didn't mean to bring it up. I just, I wished you would have realised earlier so instead of me doing what i did  because of him, I wouldnt have had to do anything to you at all. I tried to avoid him hurting you and instead it was me who did. I need you to know i've thought of you, every single fucking day that we've been apart. Not only about you, but about everything that makes you you. Like the way you speak, how you start most of your conversations with basically and say like even when it's not needed. Also the way your eyes sparkle when you're happy and how they turn to grey when you're feeling down. Not only that but I too thought about that way of yours of dressing up, one black item of clothing minimum, even if it's just an old and almost broken hairband that you wear around your wrist. I wan't you to know that although many people would have never forgiven me for what I had done, you did and that was my only hope. The thought of us reuniting was what kept me alive."

"Michael, I love you"