My reason to smile|M.C

Nightmares

When we got inside my house, after numerous attempts of me trying, and failing to find my keys, realising they were in my jacket pocket, me and Michael stood awkwardly in the porch. He had his hands in his pockets and was looking round, observing the empty porch.
"Our stuff gets here tomorrow, that's why there's no furniture." I awkwardly said trying to make some sort of conversation.
" Cool, do you need any help unpacking it, I'm quite muscular you know," he smirked at me," I work out."
I smiled and shook my head at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him through to the empty living room. The only place in the house that had furniture was my room and it had a bed and one of the other rooms was a walk in wardrobe, so I hung some of my clothes up in it.
" I would offer for you to sit down but we have no chairs haha," I looked around the room," unless you wanted to sit on the floor?" I asked scrunching my nose up at the thought of having to sit on the hard wooden floor.
Surprisingly, Michael sat down and crossed his legs, patting the spot next to him.
"Uh uh I am not sitting on the floor, I'm happy that you are and as long as you're comfortable but i would rather stand up thank you."
"Sit on my lap then?" He questioned, looking up at me no evidence of humour on his face. I looked at him scrunching my eyebrows together.
"I'm being serious, you can sit on my lap." He patted his legs, beckoning for me to sit on them. I grabbed his hand that was outstretched towards me and sat down in his lap. I hated doing this sort of things because since I was about 13 like most teenage girls, I was self conscious of my weight. Im not a size 0 and I have no intentions of being one. I am a healthy 17 year old girl and I am my own person so as long as I'm happy that's all that matters. Well, that's how it should be. I worry about not being good enough for people constantly and I feel like I'm a let down to my mother. She wanted an inspired daughter and all she got was me a hopeless let down.
"Hey, are you okay?" Michael asked for probably the millionth time tonight," why are you crying?"
I hadn't realised that there were tears staining my cheeks, falling at a rapid speed.
"It's just, I was just thinking about things, I'm getting myself upset for no reason I'm so sorry."
"Don't you ever apologise to me for letting your emotions show, okay?" I nodded, not looking him in the eye," I'm serious Maddie, I know you've only known me for a few days but if you ever want to talk about anything, I'm always here to listen."
"Thank you Mikey." He smiled softly at me, using his thumb to wipe away the remaining tears on my cheeks.

After my little drama, me and Michael managed to have a cup of tea and we were watching Netflix on my phone. He insisted we watch the inbetweeners even though we both had watched them more than once. As the third episode started to play, my phone conveniently died.
"Damn it, I was enjoying that!" Michael said with frustration in his voice. I just sat there admiring him at 2 o'clock on a Sunday morning.
"Hey I knew I'm beautiful and all but seriously quit the staring it's creeping me out." Michael lightly laughed and nudged my shoulder.
"Sorry haha I was zoned out, I'm just going to put my phone on charger, my chargers upstairs I won't be a minute."

I rushed upstairs, blushing from the fact that Michael had caught me staring at him. I searched my room but I couldn't find it anywhere. I remembered that I'd put it in the wardrobe because I was charging my phone whilst looking for something to wear the other day. My charger was there on one of the shelves in my wardrobe so I got it and went back to my room, across the hall. When I returned to my room I found a certain red haired boy sitting on my bed, twiddling his thumbs.
"Nice of you to show up." He said smirking at me.
"I was looking for my charger, what are you doing up here?"
"I was looking for you and now I've found you."
"Okay well I was going to go to bed soon sooo,"
"Oh okay I'll go then." He said sounding grumpy.
"I didn't mean you had to leave, you can stay over but you'll have to sleep on the floor, there's some spare duvets in the cupboard down the hall I can get you some and make a makeshift bed for you?" I offered.
"That would be awesome, if you didn't mind."
" I don't." I smiled at Michael and went to get the duvets.

Michaels bed was made, we'd been round the house making sure all the doors were locked and now I was laid in my bed looking at he ceiling blankly and I could hear Michael's light breathing beside me. (Btw he's sleeping on the floor).
"Thankyou for giving me a lift Michael."
"No problem, I enjoy spending time with you."
"You've hardly spent time with me though"
"That doesn't mean I can't enjoy spending it with you."
" oh right, well,I enjoy spending time with you aswell."
" I'm going to go to sleep Mads, I'm getting really sleepy sweet dreams beautiful."
I smiled to myself and I knew i was blushing. Michael could be so nice when he wanted to be.

"Stop it stop!" I yelled trying to rip my fathers filthy hand off of me. I was pushing him off me the best I could not wanting him to be touching me. I gave up fighting him and I just sobbed, hoping he'd stop grabbing at me and that he'd loosen his grip on my shoulders.
" you're a waste, your mother doesn't want you either you know, she told me." My cruel disgusting father said making me sob even harder. He hit me in the face telling me to shut up. I just laid there helpless. He started to shake me again.
"Maddie, Maddie wake up!" Michael was shouting me shaking my shoulders.
I opened my eyes slowly, I couldn't control my breathing which was erratic and I could feel hot tears streaming down my face. Michael didn't say anything he just held me to his chest striking my hair and rocking me back and forth. Occasionally, he'd say it's alright and calm down and the he would hum a soft tune or draw patterns on my back. When I had calmed down, Michael laid me down and he laid down next to me. I cuddled into his chest, not wanting to let him go squeezing him tightly. He wasn't wearing a T-shirt.
" do you want to talk about it?" He asked stroking my hair, his head resting on top of mine.
"Not really, in the morning?" I whispered hoping he'd let me off.
"Fine but you promise you'll tell me?"
"Yes Michael, I promise" I was too tired to say anything else so I just co puddled further into his bare chest, if that was possible.
"Thank you Michael , for staying with me and waking me up." I quietly whispered, I know he had heard because he lightly kissed the top of my head and hugged me tightly.