My first- A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

Chapter 15

My finger hovered over the send button of my phone, but I failed to make contact with it. I hadn't heard from Michael since our kiss two days earlier. I was desperate for him to talk to me, but I didn't want to be the one to initiate it.

"Time for dinner sweety." My mom announced from the bottom of the stairs. I rolled off of my bed, following the scent of spaghetti. Dinner was quiet as usual. School just got out for summer and I was beyond bored in this house. I twirled my fork in the noodles, but my appetite seemed to vanish. A firm knock was heard at the front door, and I jumped at the opportunity to answer it.

I swung open the door, the color draining from my face when I saw Michael leaning against the door frame.

"What are you doing here? My parents are home!" I closed the door behind me and stepped onto the front porch.

"Well Hey, Heather. I missed you too." He was shocked at my reaction.

"Sorry I didn't mean it like that. It's just I don't hear from you for a couple days and then you just show up at my front door." I spoke a little too fast, trying to keep my eyes off of his lips.

" You aren't my girlfriend the last time I checked. I didn't think you needed to know where I was 24/7." Michael spat.

"Speaking of, I want to meet your parents." He stepped past me and tried to open the front door. I attempted to stop him, but he had no trouble pushing past me.

My mom must have gotten suspicious at the length of my disappearance, because I found her striding down the hallway towards us. She froze when her eyes landed on Michael and her jaw dropped slightly.

"This is Michael." I explained before she could say anything rude,"and yes his hair is red." She blinked, unsure of how to react. I had never brought a boy home before and she was trying her best not to make a big deal about it.

"Hi." She pressed her hands to her knee length skirt.

"Hey! Nice to meet you." Michael approached her, pulling her in for a hug. Her yes bulged at his gesture and she patted her hand on his back. I laughed at how awkward they both were.

"I'll fix you a plate." She looked between Michael and I, and found an excuse to leave the room.

I sighed, bracing myself before leading Michael into the dining room.

"You must have a death wish." I whispered to Michael as my eyes landed on my intimidating father. He simply grabbed my hand and smiled at my Dad.

"Hey. I'm Michael." He introduced himself and my dad seemed more confused than my mom was.

"I'm Todd, I assume you already met my wife, Melissa." My dad stood up from the table and peered at Michael through his glasses. He awaited an explanation, his arms crossed over his chest. After a silent pause, my dad continued to speak.

"So, what are you doing here. You obviously don't look like you're one of Heather's friends. Is she tutoring you or something?" My mom reappeared in the dining room and we all sat down as my dad continued to ask Michael questions.

"Actually, I am Heather's friend." Michael took a bite of his food. "Well hopefully after this dinner we will be more than that." My fork fell onto my plate and my mother coughed, downing her water.

A deep chuckle escaped from my fathers lips, and Michael refused to look away from his gaze.

"You're joking right?" My dad looked desperately towards my mom, who excused herself to the bathroom.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Michael's expression was blank.

"Is this a joke or something? I mean look at ya kid." My dad shook his head," Look at my innocent daughter next to you. There's no way I'd let some teenage dirtbag ruin her. You aren't worth a second of her time. She isn't going to be seeing you any longer."

"We will see about that." Michael said running his tongue over his teeth. He stood from the table, grabbed my hand, and exited the room in one swift motion.

"What do you think you are doing?" My father demanded.

"Just taking my girlfriend out." Michael smirked and slammed the door shut behind us. My heart fluttered and my chest heaved up and down as I tried to determine what just happened.

I knew my parents wouldn't like him, but I wasn't expecting that. All I could focus on was the way Michael said girlfriend and how tight his hand was gripping mine when he said it. My face dropped when I realized that he said that just to spite my father.

"What's the matter?" He spun me around to face him when we reached his car.

"Nothing." I looked towards my house, avoiding his eyes.

"Bullshit. What's wrong." He gently turned my face towards his own.

"Did you mean what you said when you called me your girlfriend?" My vulnerable eyes searched his. He smiled and pulled me into his kiss, giving me my answer. Butterflies exploded in my stomach and the newly familiar feeling of happiness filled my heart again. I looked towards my house once again, and found my angry parents following after us. I quickly got into Michael's car and he sped out of the neighborhood.

I had never felt so alive or as scared as I was at that exact moment.