*Michael's POV*

Tokyo, Japan...

Once we landed we didn't waste anytime getting to the hotel as we're all exhausted, being cramped in seats on the plane isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. I couldn't really sleep on the flight, I couldn't stop thinking about what I could have possibly done wrong to hurt Sheryl's feelings. I've been trying to get her attention but she's not giving me the time of day. Tatiana on the other hand, has been giving me attention non-stop. Which is nice but I kinda wish she would give me some air to breathe, I mean it's nice to reconnect and all but damn girl...let a man breathe and recollect.

"Michael!" Tatiana calls, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I exhale sharply, turning my head to look at her.

"Yes, Tatiana?" I ask, trying to make sure I'm not sounding too sarcastic.

"Did you hear a word I said?" She asks.

I look at my feet before looking back up at her, I scratch my head before giggling nervously.

"No." I respond.

She rolls her eyes and throws her hands up in the air.

"This is what happens when you don't get any sleep on the plane, dear." She comments.

"It's hard to sleep on those things. Those seats aren't comfortable." I complain.

She nods, she rubs my shoulders in a soothingly matter that's actually quite relaxing.

"That's quite true. There's not enough room on that plane to stretch out, especially for someone for your height." She says.

"Exactly. I just want to rest in my room." I sigh.

"Then go do that, why are you still talking to me?" She asks.

I turn around and look at her, furrowing my brows. Is she serious? She just asked me if I remembered what she was saying.

"Because you asked me if I remembered what you said." I say.

"That can wait til you've rested. You're exhausted, you have rehearsals tomorrow." She says.

I give her a small smile. Despite her clingy behaviour, she is trying to keep me in check. I hug her, she hugs me back. I pull away and she smiles at me.

"Thank you." I say.

"You're welcome. I don't want to see your face until it's refreshed." She says.

I raise an eyebrow.

"I don't know whether that was an insult or you were looking out for me." I laugh.

"Take it anyway you want, stop stalling and go rest." She laughs.

"Fine. I'm going." I chuckle.

I make my way to the elevator, once I reach the floor I start walking down the hallway. I stop by a door, I realise it's Sheryl's room. She still won't talk to me, I need to know why. I knock on the door. Moments later it opens.

"Michael." Sheryl says.

"Sheryl. Can we talk?" I ask.

"I'm a little busy at the moment." She says as she starts closing the door.

"No. Don't close that door on me..." I put my foot in the way so it won't close.

She sighs and look up at me in the gap. I open it all the way, I make my way inside and close it. She turns her back on me.

"Why won't you talk to me? What have I done?" I ask.

She doesn't say anything, I walk up to her. I go stand in front of her and lift her chin so she looks at me. I hold her face in my hands gently, I look in her eyes.

"Sheryl, please...talk to me." I plead.

She finally looks up into my eyes, she sighs before placing her hands on my hands that are on her cheeks.

"I can't tell you." She says in a low tone.

She removes my hands from her face.

"What? Why?" I ask in a worried tone.

"Because...as much as I want to...I just can't. It's too much, you wouldn't understand. I don't want to ruin anything." She says.

I look at her, she's really worrying me.

"Sheryl, whatever it is you can tell me. We've always been up front with each other about everything from day one...remember? Why all of a sudden you feel the need to keep something from me or feel afraid?" I question.

She looks up at me with tears in her eyes, I can see the hurt and sadness in her eyes.

"Please, just don't." She pleads.

I intertwine my finger with hers as I look down at her.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me, I've been worrying myself sick about you since you've been giving me the cold shoulder at the airport in London. And I won't be able to stop until you tell me, I promise you...I won't think of you differently no matter what it is or whatever it is I will help you and be there for you every step of the way." I explain.

She just stares into my eyes and smiles, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Judging by the smile I sincerely hope that's a good thing...

"That's what I've always loved about you Michael. You're always willing to drop everything to help me." She sniffles.

"Well of course, I care about you." I say.

She nods and looks away.

"Yeah..." She says.

I lift her chin again to get her to look at me.

"Tell me, please? Don't keep this to yourself. It'll destroy you." I explain.

She nods and scoffs.

"Yeah it will. Yeah actually I will come out with it." She starts, but with a hint of attitude.

I furrow my brows, I hope her attitude doesn't have anything to do with me.

"Yeah? So what's going on?" I ask.

"What's going on? I'll tell you what's going on, Michael. You're completely blind." She says bluntly.

I raise my eyebrows, she lets go of my hands.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"You heard me. I've been there for you since the day we met. You came to me for everything, your family troubles, business troubles, personal issues and even your issues with Eleanor and Prince. I know you like the back of my hand...you know every little thing about me also. We've been close and gotten closer since you and Eleanor split, you know what bothers me the most?" She explains and asks.

I shake my head no, unable to speak, taking all of this in.

"I have feelings for you! And I just can't seem to get rid of them no matter how hard I try." She laughs.

My heart sinks, so that's why she stormed off the other day when Tatiana showed up to make plans in front of us. I don't know what hurts more...that she's hurting or that she admitted she's trying to get rid of her feelings for me...

"Are you just going to not respond?" She asks.

"I'm sorry...I didn't know what to say. How long have you felt this way?" I ask.

"Not long after you and Eleanor split but I kept it to myself. But it's clear where your feelings are." She remarks.

I raise an eyebrow.

"What? What are you talking about?" I ask.

"Ever since you invited Tatiana on this tour you two have been joined at the hip. I'm not an idiot, we even spoke about her before she knocked on your room door the other day. You wanted to see her. That's why I wanted to keep this to myself." She says, her face now with no emotion.

Wow, don't I feel like shit.

"Sheryl..." I go to say.

"Save it. I don't want to hear it. I want to be alone. Plus you look like you could use some sleep." She says.

I sigh, I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't mean to hurt her.

"I never wanted to hurt you..." I sigh.

"Yeah well...just go." She says.

I take a deep breath before leaving her room. I go to my room and throw myself on my own bed. I stare in a space, tears escape my eyes. Sheryl means a lot to me, to see her hurt the way she was hurt me. I never knew she felt that way about me.

How could I be such an idiot? Maybe this Tatiana thing was a bad idea after all?