I Promise (A Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Many hugs and exclamations of “Have a good Christmas!” later, Michael and I were signing out for the week in the main office. We both wished the receptionist a Merry Christmas, and then walked hand in hand, trailing our suitcases behind us, to the front entry way to wait for his dad to arrive.

Shortly after sitting down on one of the couches, I observed a black SUV pull up, and instantly recognized Mr. Clifford in the driver’s seat. Michael helped me up, and we rushed outside to meet his dad. He engulfed both of us in a hug, at once, and then gave each of us a separate one.

Michael effortlessly lifted both of our bags into the boot of the car, and then joined his dad up front, whilst I sat in the seat behind him.

“We’re so glad that you could join us, Rebecca!” Mr. Clifford exclaimed, as he drove down the long, shaded driveway.

“Aww, well thank you so much for allowing me to stay with you, it honestly means so much to me!” I gushed, as  Michael twisted around in his seat, reciprocating my smile.

About 45 minutes later, we pulled up at an impressive looking lot. Much larger than Michael’s previous one in America. The large iron gate at the foot of his driveway swung open, and as we drove forward my jaw literally dropped. His house was massive, to say the least, and looked like a home you would find in a magazine.

As Michael’s dad put the car in park, his mom, whom I had never met, came running out to the car. She looked as if she was about to burst from excitement as she ran straight to me, ignoring Michael’s outstretched arms.

“Rebecca, dear!” She exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! Michael has told me so much about you! You’re just as beautiful as he described you to be!” Her comment turned my face into a deep shade of red, as I mumbled a quiet thank you, and focused my attention on my shoes.

Michael thought I was beautiful. That was the only thought that raced through my head as his parents led us inside their grand home.

“Rebecca, you’ll be staying in the guestroom across the hall from Michael’s room, so I’ll let Michael bring your bag up for you and show you around!” His mom said with a cheery smile.

Michael took my suitcase from its spot on the kitchen floor next to me before I could protest. He dragged both of our bags up the center staircase, and quickly threw his in what I presumed was his room, before showing me the room I’d be staying in.  The room was very lovely. It had pale green walls, rustic white furniture, and yellow floral comforter on the bed. Michael then showed me the bathroom down the hall, saying that it was all mine for the week.

Minutes later, we were called down for dinner by Michael’s mom.

As if reading each other’s minds, we both took off running for the stairs. Michael of course, being the only athletic one out of the pair of us, beat me to the dining room.  I looked at the table and was greeted by the sight of spaghetti with meat sauce, my favourite meal. I quickly sat down in the seat across from Michael, and we shared a smile.

After gobbling down most of my pasta, a change from my normal eating habits, I felt someone’s feet start to poke my own. I quickly peered under the table to see Michael trying to start a game of footsies, and I quickly joined in. We both began to laugh, earning a confused look from both of his parents.

After everyone was done eating, I joined Mrs. Clifford in the kitchen to help with the dishes. She insisted that she could take care of them, but I told her it was the least I could do for letting me stay with them.

As she passed me a plate to dry and put away, Mrs. Clifford began to speak.

“Rebecca, I just want to thank you. Ever since you arrived in Sydney, Michael has seemed so much happier. The time when you guys weren’t together was very rough. He became very upset, and started turning towards violence. He probably told you about the fight he got in at his previous rehab center…“ Her eyes began to fill with tears, “Well anyways, on behalf of my husband and I, we just want to thank you, and let you that we are always here for you if you ever need anything. I know it must be hard being this far away from your parents, so please, if you ever need anything you come straight to us, okay?”

Tears welled up in my eyes, as I put down the cup I had been drying and hugged Michael’s mom. His parents were honestly the nicest people I had ever met.

“Why don’t you head up and change into some pjs, and then you and Michael can watch a movie in the cinema room. How does that sound?”

“That would be lovely! Thanks Mrs. Clifford, for everything I mean!” I beamed.

I went upstairs and quickly changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt. I brushed my hair and pulled it up into a pony tail, then walked across the hall to Michael’s door. I timidly knocked, and the sound of guitar that had been echoing about the corridor stopped, and the door flung open revealing Michael standing there in a white tank top and grey sweatpants.

“Hey!” He said, with his usual goofy grin.

“Hi Michael!” I said with a giggle. “Um so your mom told me that we could like watch a movie or something?”

“Oh yeah! We can watch on in the cinema room! Come on!”

Michael grabbed my hand and led me back downstairs and down a long hallway. We reached a door at the very end and he pushed it open to reveal a room with numerous leather chairs and couches positioned in front of a large screen with a projector on the ceiling.

Michael told me that I could pick any movie from his collection on the far wall, and said that he’d be back in a few minutes with snacks.

I stared at the extensive array of movies, until one in particular caught my eye. I grabbed it off the shelf and put it in the DVD player. I then sat down on one of the couches and grabbed a blanket.

Minutes later Michael arrived holding a bowl of popcorn and two cups of chocolate milk. I laughed at his drink choice, but didn’t complain one bit.

Michael sat down right next to me, slipping under the blanket. He pressed play on the remote, and as the movie started burst into laughter.

“Out of all the movies I own, you pick this one!?” He said, as the Finding Nemo logo flashed on the screen.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” I said, trying to act tough, but miserably failing, resulting in more laughter from the both of us.

“Nope, it’s actually one of my favourites! But please don’t tell anyone that…” Michael said, still laughing.

Once the movie began, we quieted down. Halfway thorough I began to feel very sleepy,  and Michael obviously noticed as he shifted the two of us so that I could lay my head on his chest.

I did so, feeling awkward at first, but as time progressed I found myself feeling more and more comfortable. Being held in Michael’s arms like that made me feel safe, and I knew that he would keep his promise that he had made the previous night on the bench.

After the movie ended, Michael switched off the projector and began rubbing my back, something that I found very soothing. I think he thought I was already asleep, because he picked me up and began carrying me upstairs. I wanted to protest, and tell him that I was too heavy, but right before he placed me in my bed my eyes flickered open, to be met with his piercing green ones.

“Don’t even think about saying it, Rebecca. No, you are not too heavy.”

I felt myself blush as he pulled the covers up to my chin. My face turned even darker when he bent down and placed a kiss on my forehead.

“I’ll be right across the hall if you need me. Goodnight, Rebecca.”  He said with a smile, before closing my door.

I quickly drifted off to sleep, with a huge smile plastered on my face. I could already tell that these next few days with Michael were going to be great. 

A/N I really like this chapter! It was so fun to write! Thank you so much for 1,000 reads! I can't believe it! I was so excited when I woke up this morning to see that! Anyways, please comment, share, and vote! and thank you for reading! Rebecca x