The night- (Short MJperv/ MJfantasy story) {Michael Jackson fanfiction}

1- Where are you staying?

I was standing in front of the Adlon Hotel in Berlin, Germany. Michael Jackson, my idol, the man who turned my life upside down was staying in that hotel that week. I stood there with a few other fans who hadn't already gone home. We were screaming his name for hours but we didn't get a response. After a few hours our throats started to hurt so a few of the others gave up. I didn't want to give up so soon so five others and myself kept on waiting for him silently.

"Guys look! There he is standing. But why isn't he entering the building?", I said to the others.

"Yeah he's going up and down all the time. Maybe he's waiting for someone/ something...", said a girl next to me.

Why is he staying there and seems to get nervous? I asked myself. Should I call him over and ask him?

I screamed at the top of my lungs: "MICHAEEEELL!!!"

He turned around right away because I could be heard loudly and clearly cause that was the only sound to be heard. It was a totally silent night. He looked at me and waved.

Holy shit! He looked at me!!

"CAN YOU COME OVER?", I screamed so he could hear me.

He sure doesn't come over. I thought to myself.

But I was wrong. I saw him coming towards us.

"Omg! Michael's coming over!", shouted the girl next to me again.

As Michael reached the barrier which we were standing behind he asked:

"Hi! Nice that some fans are still here. Do you want an autograph or take a picture?"

He seemed to be very annoyed and stressed out or sad and depressed.

What's wrong with him.

"YEAH I SURE WANT ONE! OMG MICHAEL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU'RE SO SEXY!", screamed the girl and Michael blushed.

"Uhm... thank you... here's your autograph."

The girl jumped up and down and was more than happy. Then she ran away. That was when I noticed we were the only ones left. Michael looked at me and asked:

"Do you want an autograph as well?"

"Uhm sure... but Michael?", I asked camly.

"Yeah?",asked he curiously.

"Is something wrong with you? You seem sad or something similar. Did anything happen to you?"

"How do you know?", he looked at me with a surprised look.

"I know you. That's how. I can always tell how you feel. I can imagine what you think and what you would say when. I'm a fan since I am 7. I studied you.", I stated proudly, "will you tell me?"

He looked down and I could see a tear running down his face.

"You don't have to if you don't want to--", I said but he interrupted me:

"No-- I want to tell you. You're my fan and you deserve to know. Did you know about the thing in 1993?"

"If you mean the allegations from Chandler, yes.", I answered.

"Exactly. The same thing happened again. Just that it's other people who claim these things.", replied he as he starts crying.

"Oh god--", I almost whispered and put my hand onto my mouth full of shock.
"Oh my god--", I repeated and started crying, too.

"May I hug you?", I asked shyly.

"Yes, please. I could really need a hug right now", said he and smiled lightly.

I climbed over the barrier and took Michael in my arms and put my hand onto the back of his head.

Omg a dream is coming true right now. I am hugging Michael Jackson. The man I love so much. I notice the girl has already left. How perfect. I am alone with him. I thought.

I stroked his hair carefully and patted his back. After a few seconds we let go.

"But another question Michael... why are you still outside?", I asked worried.

He looked down and shook his head:

"They won't let me in since they know about the allegations. They believe I'm guilty..."

"Did you try to get into another hotel?"

"Yeah. My manager did. Same thing."

"But where are you staying tonight then?", I ask worried about him.

Maybe he could stay at my place?

"Uhm... I think you need some sleep so maybe you want to come with me? You could stay at my place for the night. And tomorrow you could tell your bodyguards to pick you up.", I offered him.

He seemed unsure.

"Uh.. that's really kind of you but tomorrow I have to catch a flight back home early in the morning. And I need to ask my bodyguards for it."

"You have to ask your bodyguards when you want to do something? Oh god. Isn't that horrible?"

Michael ignored my comment and told me to come with him to his bodyguards who were standing in front of the hotel. It already turned dark. He asked them for permission. They were totally against it. They said I could be a crazy fan who rapes him or even kills him. And I looked at them like:

Are you serious? I'd never do that to him. I love him to death and I only want the best for him.

We agreed later that he could stay at my place but I had to take him to the airport the next morning. The airport is only 5 minutes away from my flat so that shouldn't be a problem. I had to give the manager my adress, telephone number and my ID. He said it's okay and Michael and I made our way to my car.

"Thank you for letting me stay at your place. I'm sorry for bothering you.", said he and looked sorry.

"You're not bothering at all. It's such an honor to have you in my presence. You're my idol, my everything--", I laughed,
"I'd be happy if I could touch something you've touched before" Michael smirked. Oh god. "MICHAEL!", I laughed and poked him in his side.

"Sorry..", he laughed as well. We got in my car and I told Michael to sit in the back and put a blanket over himself so people wouldn't recognize him. We reached my apartment  and I opened the door letting Michael step in.