Too Late? - A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Alison and Michael were best friends since pre-school. When he started the band, they started dating. But the other boys hated the idea of her being around all the time although they were happy for their band mate. On the night of Michael's seventeenth birthday, Alison was only sixteen, she gave the one thing to him she would never be able to get back and give to another human being again... Her virginity. And what did he give her? Heartbreak and a child.

After that night, the pair broke up. Michael needed to concentrate on his band. But what he never realized was the secret Alison was hiding from him. The fact that he had a son.

Was Michael right to break up with her and is he too late to show her he's here to stay for good this time?


11. Choosing Between Love

Michael's POV


I woke up to the screams of Braxton yet again. It's been a week since we saw Ally at Simon's office and she was instructed to move in with the One Direction lads and us that day. I must admit, things have been awkward between us. But it's a good awkward. Good because it's with her. I rolled over on my side and looked at my clock. Its 5:43am! I sighed and dragged myself up and out of bed. I groggily walked down the stairs in my boxers, not bothering to put a top or trousers on, to find Ally in the kitchen with Braxton in her arms. She had a pair of cotton shorts on and a thin strapped t-shirt. Her hair was thrown up in a messy bun and she had Braxton's blanket thrown across her shoulder while she rubbed his back. I smiled as I watched her bounce our son on her hip, effortlessly trying to stop his cries. I walked over to her, wrapping one of my arms around her hip and kissing her cheek lightly.


"Mikey, don't." She said with a sigh. It was only then that I noticed that Brax had stopped crying. I looked down at him and noticed his little smile as he looked at me and Alison.


"But Braxy likes us together, Al." I said pulling away and reaching in the cupboard for two cups and poured the already hot water into them, placing tea bags in them before turning to face Alison again. When she didn't respond, I looked down at the floor. How could I be so stupid to think she'd give me another chance after what I done to her? I sighed as I reached to seep the tea bags in the cups before throwing of them in the trash. When I looked back at her, she was just centimetres away from my face. I pulled her closer to me, my hands wrapping around her waist and holding her as close to my body as possible as I leaned in and kissed her with every last bit of passion I had in my body. I felt her smile into the kiss before she pulled away.


"Finally!" Ashton cheered. I looked up to see my band mates as well as the One Direction lads all in the door way. I looked back at Ally as she smiled to Braxton in her arms before turning around to face everyone else. I noticed Harry in the front, his hands balled into fists and his jaw clenched tightly. He looked pissed but at the same time like he had been betrayed.


"Harry, please can we talk about this?" Alison asked walking over to him. He kept his gaze on me the entire time. Ally put Brax in his play pen and turned to face him.


"Forget it Alison, you've moved on. I get it. Just don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart." Harry said while pointing at me. Before Alison could respond though, Harry had already left the room.


Alison's POV


I felt a pang of guilt wash over me when Harry left the room. I turned to look at Michael who was staring at me, mouth hanging open. I shook my head at him when he went to speak, and quickly ran out of the room to chase after Harry. Harry has always been there for me and Braxton when we needed someone. He and the lads took us in and now they're helping me with my music career too. I've known Harry has liked me for months now. I over heard him and the boys talking about it, but I've never told anyone that I know. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like Harry, but I've never seen us as more than friends. And I know I swore I'd never fall in love with Michael again, but seeing him for the first time in nearly a year the other day made me realize that maybe I never did stop loving him. That I was just hurt that much that I thought I didn't love him, when I really did. I found Harry in his room, ripping photos of me and him up into tiny shreds. I could just about see the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. I walked over to him, bending down in front of him to be eye level with him.


"How could you?" He choked out, looking up at me with puffy eyes.


"We aren't even together Harry. It's not like I'm cheating on you," I said quietly while holding his shaking hands in mine.




I gave him a confused look as I heard a few shuffles by the door, ignoring them knowing they were just the boys listening in on what was happening. "But what, Harry?"


"I love you, I always have. I know you know. I've liked you for what seems like a lifetime, Alison. I know I'm the type of guy who sleeps around with girls, and goes out partying, and has more than one girlfriend at a time or who has more girlfriends than sense so know one can keep up, but I don't want to be that guy! All those other girls I done that stuff with just weren't the one for me. I know if you give me a chance, I can change. I can be whoever you want me to be. I love you okay? And I can't keep pretending about it anymore. It's not a crush I have on you. It's proper love I feel for you." Harry was crying uncontrollably at this point. His cries making it harder for him to breath as he was now on the verge of gasping for air. "So whose it going to be? Me or Michael?"


This was the one question I never wanted to be faced with.


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