(A/N this is like my favorite MJ picture ever. This is when daddy is looking extra daddyish. When you leave yo bae for MJ. When you go from a sweet susie to a dirty diana. You'll probably see this pic several times in this book now, or in every chapter. Okay, my thot rant is over. Carry on) 

Tatiana's POV

I stare at the wall, picking a hang nail in deep thought.

"I need to stop," I mumble, shaking my head. I couldn't keep thinking about that horrifying event or else I would drive myself crazy. "Driving me more insane than I already am."

But I couldn't stop. I was going insane over the fact of Michael being hurt, and the fact I wasn't with him right now. 

When the ambulance came to get Michael, he was still unconscious. Frank made us go back to the hotel; and he wouldn't let any of us come or even tell what hospital he would be taken to. In his words so there wouldn't be any "hooplah or word of his condition wouldn't be disclosed to the press."  

I didn't realize it was so bad until I looked at his leg with a huge shard of glass piercing in his leg, and the huge amount of blood, that had painted over my clothes from holding him. 

Everyone else was okay, with the exception of Greg who looked as if he was going to be next to pass out. 

I roll over on my side, staring in space. If it wasn't for Michael pushing me--who knows what would have happened to me...he risked the fact on getting hurt, just because he loves me. 

The thought of that would usually make me smile--but instead it made me me even more anxious. Even the scented candles I lit in the room to calm the atmosphere weren't enough to relax me. 

"Damn it, Michael..." I mumble covering my face to keep tears from flowing. It was all my fault for even coming back on this tour. It was as if bad luck followed every time I was around. Michael was even paying the price for it. 

Maybe this was a sign from the universe that we weren't meant to be. Why else does everything happen when we are together?

And then as soon as I come back on tour more things happen. 

A soft knock hits the door as I quickly wipe my tears away with my sleeve, before getting up to answer the door. I open it slowly, my head down before meeting Michael's.   

Before he can even speak, my arms are wrapped around him. 

I sink into the warmth of his body, as he holds me tightly against him. I bury my head in his neck inhaling his scent.  In his embrace the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no wind, no rain, no chaos. My mind was at peace. I feel his body press in, soft and warm. This was the love I waited for, prayed for. I inwardly thank God and hugged all the tighter. A love like this was to be cherished for life. 

He pulls back slowly staring at me, as something flashes before his eyes I couldn't read. 

"You're crying." he whispers gently bring his hand up to my face, I turn my head away quickly wiping my face fast. 

"Here--come on in and sit down." I whisper as I help in the bedroom, letting him sit back on the bed.

I keep my eyes away from him as I let him lay back propping his leg up on a pillow. I feel his eyes staring at me intensely as I keep mine lowered, concentrating on what I was doing. 

"Tati--" he starts to say, but I cut him off quickly. 

"How are you feeling?" I ask as he stares at me. 

"Better--they used this special glue in replacement for stitches. It's kind of bruised and tender, but I'll be better tomorrow...." he says slowly. 

I nod. "That's good." my voice coming out hoarse. He gently grabs my hand pulling me towards him, as he furrows his eyebrows in worry. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Of course." I smile weakly. "I'm doing--" 

"Don't lie to me." he stares at me, as tears well up in my eyes. He breathes out slowly "Tati--" 

As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent strangled cry. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping.

"Come here.." he whispers, gently pulling me in bed with him. I bury my head in his chest to keep my crying muffled, as my tears soak his shirt. 

"Tati, no....don't cry honey, please....." he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. "Why are you crying? Don't cry. I'm okay... I'm here, baby girl." he kisses my head. "What are you thinking? Please talk to me..."

I look up at him slowly as he gently brings his hand to my face, wiping my tears away with his thumb. I look down slowly as he does this, his thumb slowly caressing my tears away. 

"I'm so sorry..." I whisper hoarsely, keeping my eyes down from his face. 

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong." he whispers softly. 

"If it wasn't for me, none of this would have happened." I hiccup tearfully. "You wouldn't have gotten hurt and--" 

"Tati--" he chuckles weakly. "I'm okay. Never better--" he gives me a reassuring smile. "I just have to take it easy tomorrow." 

I stay silent as he stares down at me. "Tat--it didn't even go in too deep. It hurt like hell--but I'm fine. I feel a little like humpty dumpty but--" he giggles out as I wipe my tears away. "I'm fine. Honest...I'm just glad you didn't get hurt." 

"Don't do that again." I mumble wiping my tears away, as I start to feel embarrassed. 

"Do what?"

"Push me out the way--"

"So what? Are you planning on having more lights fall from the ceiling?" he jokes, as I give him a look. 

"It isn't funny--" I mumble getting up, as he sits up on his arms. I walk over to the dresser, pulling out clothes as he runs a hand over his face. 

"Tati--just relax. It isn't that big of a deal..." 

"Not a big deal?" I choke out. "You could've been more hurt then you were! Or dead! How do you think that's not a big deal, Michael?!" 

He stays silent. 

"Exactly. Now where is the fucking joke with that?"

"You need to calm down." he stares at me, making me grow more irritated. 

"Calm?" I chuckle angrily. "Have you ever noticed that whenever you tell someone to "be calm" it does absolutely nothing? Especially when you see your boyfriend almost--"

"Stop it." Michael says lowly glaring at me. "I told you I'm fine, forget it."

"Have you noticed every time we are together bad things happen? Don't you think that shit means something?"

"Tat, it was an accident! You're being paranoid." 

"Really? Look at everything that happened when we've been together!"

"So what Tatiana?" he throws his arms up exasperated. "What are you trying to say?"

"That this was a mistake! Coming back and being with you!" I blurt out instantly regretting the words that slipped out of my mouth. 

The room goes silent as he stares at me, a flash of pain hitting his eyes. We stare at each other like this, as I try to breath--swallow...anything. It was as if Jack Frost hit my soul I was so frozen. 

"You don't mean that." he says so lowly, I barely could hear him. I tear up looking away. "You don't mean that!" he says louder making me jump. I shake my head as I walk out the room and before I know it he's following me. 

"You know you do not mean that Tatiana!" he says grabbing my arm whipping me round towards him. 

"You're not doing this to me." he stares at me. "You know you don't mean it. I know you don't."

"Of course I don't! But look!" I laugh tearfully. "The absolute worse happens when we are together. Maybe it's just a sign from the universe or whatever that--"

"That what, Tatiana?" he stares at me, his face softening. "My universe would be nothing without you in it. Things would be even worse if I didn't have you. I'd rather go through the worst with you then without you--" his eyes well up slowly. "Don't you see that I love you, girl?"

I keep my eyes down. "Michael, I--" my voice comes out in a whisper before Michael slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs.

"No, Tati...stop!" my inner voice was screaming. But the start of the soft touch sent a strong feeling of warmth spiraling through my system. My eyes closed slowly. My tense nerves soon began to relax, my troubles, my pain began to melt away and the surroundings began to disappear leaving only her, her and Michael. This. This felt true. This felt good. This felt right. This felt--

"N-no.." I mumble pulling away. "Not this."

"Not what?" he mumbles. I feel his hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they make contact with my neck. A hand runs through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around my waist, and pulls me close to his warm body. I swallow hard, my body growing warm all over.  

"Y-you know what--" I moan shakily as he continues slower. 

"I know for one thing--" he whispers pulling away slowly. "You need to be reminded how much I love you." he whispers. Before I can ask what he means, he gently picks me up wrapping my legs around his waist. 

"Michael what--" 

"And I'm going to love you. Right now." 

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Okay so I just want to say this scene was kind of inspired by @michaelslover Catch me if I Fall. She's literately the best writer on wattpad and I have all of her books in my library. 

But yes let me do this now:

WARNING!: Next chapter will contain sexual content. If you cannot handle it or you are underage don't read. I don't want to be your sex-ed teacher or go through the birds and bees lessons, and I don't want to spoil your sweet innocence. 

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