Michael

"I could stay here like this forever." I whisper in Daniella's ear as we slowly rock back in forth on the pile of rocks by the running water.

"Me too." She says innocently as she smiles against my chest, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

I never want her to let go. I never want to let go.

I look down at the top of her head and watch her eye lids close and open, her eyelashes bouncing up and down elegantly. Closing them completely, she sighs. The two of us could probably fall asleep like this. Though, if we both did that, we would end up on the ground and that would not end well.

I am happy. For the first time in a long time. I am very, very happy. So happy, I can't help but smile as I stare at the subtle smirk on her face. A soft laugh escapes my lips.

This is bliss. This right here.

I love this. I wish we could just run away together and be like this forever. Happy. Just the two of us living out the rest of our happy lives, together. That would be just amazing.

I have never been so relaxed in my entire life. For some odd reason, Daniella calms me. And she doesn't even have to try. She just, does. By existing. How strange?

As if the universe is sending me signals that this moment is too perfect to be real, my phone rings annoyingly in my pocket.

Daniella takes a deep breath and pulls away. "So much for that." She smiles, but I know she is anything but happy about this moment being interrupted.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and stare at the messages popping up on the screen. "It's Ashton. He needs us back at the house." I sigh. Couldn't this have waited another five minutes?

"I guess we should get going then." She smiles and starts on our journey back to the car. I can tell she wanted to stay out here forever. She wanted an escape from reality. I understand that feeling more than she will ever realize. I wish I could stay out here too. Living my life in the spotlight is torturous. Every single move I make is watched. I have a bad day and bam! all of the sudden I'm all over the television as the worlds scariest bad boy.

I wish for an escape from that life, everyday. But now, Daniella is my escape. She helps me get away.

I tug on her hand as she walks towards the car. "Why don't we just not go?" I wonder out loud.

"Michael, the car is right there. I can see it through the trees." She points, tugging me in that direction.

"But, what if we just blow the others off and stay out here for another hour?" I suggest, pouting my lip.

"Michael," she sighs. "My job is to help you become better. This is a step in the wrong direction. You can not just blow off your bandmates for the outdoors. They would not like that." She continues trying to get me to the car.

"I'm not blowing them off for the scenery. Daniella, I'm blowing them off for you." I smirk.

"They won't like that excuse any better. Let's go."

I give in and allow her to pull me back to the car. "What are you going to do now? I refuse to unlock the car." I stand in the middle of the road with my arms folded over my chest.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to walk. You can stay here and get run over for all I care." She smiles. She is not serious.

"Okay, never mind. Lets go." I unlock the car and get inside. We all know how that went the last time she walked home alone. I do not want her to have to go through something like that ever again.

Daniella smiles. She is a genius, that girl. I turn the car around and speed down the street. It is a good thing this place is close to the house or I think she might have a fit. I park the car and lock it once Daniella has shut the door.

If I could show her how much I do not want to go inside and talk to them, she wouldn't make me go in there. But that is just not possible, is it?

"There you are!" Ashton throws his hands in the air as if he was searching for me for hours on end.

"Relax mate, we were only gone an hour." I scoff. Idiot.

"Anyways, the crew wants to meet with all of us at the studio so we can talk about an album and a tour to go with it." Luke informs me.

I sigh. "I'm not going." Why can't we just have a break? I don't like being on tour all of the time. It is so draining. Especially spending every minute of every day for a year with these idiots. It is impossible to hide in my room and lock all of them out because guess what, you don't get rooms on a tour bus! You get a bunk!

"Yes you are." Daniella corrects me.

"Okay I'll go. But I wont like it." I change my mind. If Daniella wants me to go, I will go. But that doesn't mean I will enjoy any of it.