strike a pose ||| michael clifford

chapter 19

okay so for anyone wondering, I picture Ella as Demi Lovato but you can picture her as whoever you want. Demi is a huge inspiration for me and I love her dearly so I chose her.

Michael was yelling at me over the phone, continuously trying to get me to answer his many questions that I had no intention of answering. I don't even know why I called him in the first place. For a split second I though that maybe recovery and admitting to Michael that he was right wasn't so bad, but now I'm holding my wet phone up to my ear listening to Michaels pleas for me to answer him.

"You know what? I'm coming to your apartment. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right there." Michael said quickly, anger lacing through his words.

I dropped my phone onto the couch and wipes my face harshly. I had no idea what I was going to say to Michael, but I knew he had the power to get me to say anything he wanted to here, considering my extremely vulnerable state.

Laying on the couch with tears soaking my face and my hair even more nasty looking than before made me look like I had just heard the worst news in my life but in a way, if you thought about it, I kind of did.

A loud bang and stumbling stomps signaled that Michael was here, so I stood up from my uncomfortable position on the couch and ran over to him, grabbing him by the waist and pulling myself into him warm embrace. One of his arms naturally wrapped around my waist, the other softy petting my hair. I sobbed violently into his shoulders surely ruining his white tee shirt with mascara.

"Shh, it's alright, let it out. It's okay to cry dear, it's okay I'm here." Michael continued to lull me back into control. He rocked our intwined bodies back and forth slowly, humming melodies to his favorite songs in my ear.

"Michael" I choked out, though I was still shaking, "I don't know what to do." My voice was muffled due to my face being stuffed into his chest, but he still understood what I was trying to say.

"Don't think about that right now, okay? Just calm down." He whispered soothingly, pressing a chaste kiss to my colored hair.

After half an hour of rocking back and forth in Michaels arms, I was finally calmed down enough to speak properly. I felt too comfortable to let go, though, so I continued to hold onto his waist. I didn't feel like talking about anything depressing or sad with Michael, ever. I like to see him smiling all the time, never upset for frowning. He realized I wasn't crying anymore though, just small hiccups and sniffles here and there. My face was blotchy and sore, my eyes probably hideously puffy and red.

"You okay now?" Michael asked doubtfully, giving me a sad smile.

"Not really, but feeling better than before I guess." I looked down at my shoes and then back up at him. He lead us over to the couch I had previously been laying on and sat us down, still clutching onto my hand.

"I'm going to tell you what's on my mind okay? You have to listen and don't interup me." Michael said seriously. I nodded and he continued. "I honestly think you need to get help, go to counseling or treatment. Anything just please. I don't like seeing you like this, you think you need to be tiny to be loved but I love you the way you are, I have since we were little kids okay? Everyone deserves to be happy and see the greatest things that can happen in this so called world. There's so much that you'd miss if you were to let this eating disorder take your life. The band and I, we're getting pretty well known and you wouldn't be tere to see us take on the world. I hate the fact that you're sad and hurting yourself. Ella, I'm in love with you, every little thing about you, and I'm going to help you."