My first- A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

Chapter 12

When Michael reached his car he struggled to get the keys out of his pocket. When he finally managed to unlock it, he sat himself down in the backseat with his arms wrapped around me. All I could focus on was the smell of his cologne and the sound of his heart beating in his chest. After a few minutes of comfortable silence he looked down at me.

"In case you couldn't tell, I like you. I don't know why. I mean we must look weird as hell together. Plus, you're a smart ass." I could faintly see his smile as he spoke," but there's just something about you. The way you blush, how you freaking read books. You're a dork you know. You look flawless without trying and your smile is the cutest thing I've ever seen."
He rubbed my arms and talked as if he didn't think I was listening.

"I don't think I would have been able to forgive myself if something happened to you tonight. I don't think you drank too much of whatever he gave you, so it should wear off soon...I think." Anger took the smile off of his face as he held me tighter.

"Anyways, you seem totally out of it and you probably aren't getting any of what I just said, but I'm here." Seeing this side of him was odd, but it was one that I hoped that I would see more often.

He was right, about fifteen minutes later the dizziness that the drugs caused began to lift and nausea kicked it. I opened the car door and threw up on the pavement.

"Just don't throw up in my car." Michael said rubbing my back.

"Shutup." I choked. He led me to the passenger door of his car and buckled me in. "I'm not totally incapable you know." I said swatting his hand. He shook his head as he got in too.

"Please tell me you have gum because I feel so gross." I said slowly. He handed me the pack of Juicy Fruit that he had in his dash. I smiled and laughed at how big of a child he was.

"What are you laughing at?" He still looked concerned. I shook my head and leaned back into the seat.

When we reached my house, he insisted on carrying me still, and I didn't argue. When we made it to the front door I told him where the spare key was and warned him my parents were asleep. He shrugged his shoulders and unlocked the door. They must not have realized I snuck out because the house was completely dark when we walked in. Michael crept as quietly as he could up the stairs and into my bedroom. He lightly set me down on the bed and kissed my forehead before turning to shut the door.

"Look, I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am, but Kyle isn't going to get away with this I promise you." He starred into my eyes as he took my hand in his. I looked at the ground trying to avoid the subject.

"Okay well I guess I should go." He whispered.

"No." I said before he left ," please stay." I patted the bed hoping he wouldn't leave. His eyes lit up and he quickly made his way back. That night I fell asleep on his chest to the sound of his steady breathing.

A nightmare of Kyle woke me up early that morning and I reached for Michael,but he wasn't there . I was surprised he managed to sneak out without my parents realizing. Considering all that happened to me that night, I slept surprisingly well and Michael was no doubt the reason why. I smiled at the thought of him and butterflies erupted in my stomach again as I thought back to the way his muscular arms felt around my waste. I sat up in bed with a pounding headache and decided I would be spending the week end in bed. I rolled over to check my phone, and found a text from Michael that read "Good morning beautiful. How are you feeling? Ashton and Everett know about what happened last night, and I hope you don't mind that I invited them to come with me to check on you today."

I smiled when I saw his message and instantly replied, telling him my parents were going to some festival today and that they could come over whenever, but that I wouldn't be much fun because I have a massive headache .