The good deed (michael clifford)

5sos, Michael Clifford,
It's not the best feeling in the world. Realising your life is so worthless that you find yourself on top of a bridge, waiting for that moment when your feet lift from the ground and you find yourself falling.
I wouldn't know, he saved me before I could have a chance to feel my body hit the waters face. Before I could fall.
But why did he save me? Why is he helping a broken person like me?
Especially when he's famous?
It doesn't make sense. Until you read.

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I rub my eyes, clearing the sleep from closing them shut. The sun is well and truly up before me. I look around still in the beautiful room I had passed out in. The curtains were opened already.

I yawn chucking my hair into a messy bun before climbing slowly out of bed. A smile pressed on my lips. I haven't slept that good in years. I've forgotten what it feels like to have a smile first thing of a morning.

I look around for the time. There's nothing in sight that could help me tell what time it is, but the sun's position in the sky.

It's late, around mid day. Being homeless has its advantages. I've learnt things I would never of learnt in a house.

I begin to walk down stairs not noticing where Michael may be. I make my way to the kitchen bench and take a seat on a stool. I yawn again, trying to wake up.

'Morning sleepy.' Michael whispers in my ear, grabbing my hips. I jump not expecting his actions. I freeze. My mouth unable to form the words I need.

He chuckles at my response.

'Sleep well?' He removes his hands and makes his way to the kitchen. Grabbing the jug and filling it up.

'Yeah, it was grate.' I smile awkwardly.

'Good, I have a few jobs I need to get done this morning. Maybe after you could continue your story?'

I swallow. He still wants to know? Maybe he will forget after his jobs? I hope so. I just nod with a faint smile.

'I was thinking, whilst I'm getting these jobs done, you could go shopping. I'll give you the money.' Michael shows his white teeth.

'Shopping? For what?' I look down confused.

'Well, you need some new outfits, make up, shoes and other things if your going to live here right?' He hands me a coffee.

Live here?!?? Wait what?!? I give him a confused look.

'Live here?'

'Oh, yeah, I didn't mention? I spoke to my...um...myself? And yeah! Why not right? You don't have a house and I find it really mean and rude to bring you in for just one night. So I mean...it's only if you want..' Half of his response sounded more like a question.

'Michael I can't...'

'Laura please, it's not a question.' Am I the only one confused by this?

'Michael I don't understand? Don't get me wrong I'm grateful but why? I mean you don't know me and we've just meet... I also have a lot going on right now and your asking me to move in with you? Have you even thought this through?' I say quietly.

'No...but I don't need to. If you go back to the streets you'll just go back to the bridge and I won't be there to stop you. Just, just take it.' He looks innocently towards me.

I sigh with defeat. 'And what room would I be staying in?'

He smiles widely. 'The same one you spent in last night.'

I nod taking a sip of coffee. It beats being on the street I guess. I mean I'll have a bed, a roof, a shower and food. Good, that's what I need. I haven't eaten in three days.

'Sounds like a busy day, let me get dressed and get some food, then I'll be ready.' I sigh. Michael places his hand over mine.

'I'll shout us breakfast, just go get dressed. There are some cloths in the draw up in your room.' He whispers with a smile.

I look down at our hands, his being so much bigger than mine. My pale hand looks ghostly against his darker shaded hand. I look back up at Michael. His focus on our hands. Eventually our eyes meet.

His deep green eyes bring warmth to my face. He removes his hand with an awkward blush.

Michael turns and walks away. 'Get ready.' Are is last words before he leaves he room.

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