Michael's POV

"It's been two days, and you haven't seen her?" I ask Greg as he zips up his jacket.

After Frank left, I went to Tatiana and Sheryl's room. She wouldn't see me, or answer my calls. 

"Nah, man..." he shakes his head. "I mean--Sheryl has been around her...and Winnie. But I haven't seen her since the other night." 

I look over at Ricky who shakes his head. "I'm sorry, bro. I haven't either. Prince tried to see her before he left for Cali, but she wouldn't see him." 

I stay silent as some backup dancers gather in the hallway, ready to leave for dinner. I look up seeing Sheryl walking from down the hall, her blond curls swaying along with her walk.

She meets my eyes and already knows what I'm going to ask. "She's uhm...not feeling well."

I stay silent before shaking my head. "I'm going to see her."

"Michael..." she sighs out, stepping infront of me. "I really don't think it's a good idea right now." she whispers.

I stare at her as she avoids looking in my eyes.

"Sheryl..."

"Mike, honestly...you know I'd help you. But honestly I don't think you should be around her--" she pauses. "Yet."

"And why not?! She needs me!!" I shout. "You all just can't keep me from seeing her!"

"Michael, she isn't herself right now. She needs space--"

"Let me be the judge of that." I grab the room key from Sheryl's fingers as I storm down the hall.

"Michael...come on man...." Ricky says as I keep walking going to the elevator.

"Mike!" I hear Frank's voice as he rushes after me. "What are you--" Frank begins to say as the doors shut in his face. I lean back against the wall fiddling with the key in my hand as the elevator goes up to her floor.

I walk to her room, before breathing in deeply unlocking her door as I walk in.

It was dead silent inside, all the lights turned off. I squint my eyes slightly as I see a dim glow coming from the bedroom.

"Tat?" I call out softly as I slowly walk in the bedroom. "Sweetheart where--" I pause seeing Tatiana asleep on the bed, my voice getting caught in my throat.

She was sound asleep her curly hair in ribbons all over the pillow. She was still wearing the same dress from the other night, along with Prince's shirt. I swallow hard coming closer as I study her face.

Even though she was sleeping peacefully, it looked as if she hasn't been sleeping at all. Her eyes had dark circles underneath, and upon looking closer it seemed as if her curls were matted in certain places.

I gently get on my knees beside the bed, as I brush my fingers across her cheek gently, watching her sleep. My mind begins to drift as I begin to sing softly;

"Hello, midnight lover, you're the one I adore

And I'll be thinking of you 'til the stars are no more

If it's cloudy or blue, I'll stay here with you

We'll make a wish, and then we'll kiss, our love forever true

Instead of going out to some restaurant, I'll stay here with you

And I'll be loving you, that's what I want to do

I'll be loving you, that's what I want to do......."

I stop as she moves her head slightly, her eyes sleepily fluttering open. She blinks slowly, in a slight daze as she focuses on me.  "Hi.." she whispers softly. 

"Hey baby..." I whisper. 

"I thought you were out with everyone." she whispers. 

I shake my head giving a slight smile. "I didn't want to go out tonight..I wanted to see you." 

She lowers her eyes avoiding my gaze as I stare at her. "Tati--why didn't you want to see me?"

She moves away from my touch as she sits  up. "Michael--I'm really tired. I just need to be alone." 

"Alone? What is it? Did I do something?" I ask as she shakes her head.

"Than why don't you want to be around me? Why is it that Sheryl and the girls can see you, and I can't? You wouldn't even see Prince or Greg...but me?"" I stare at her as it suddenly hits me.  

I look up at her slowly as she avoids my stare, as she leans against the headboard in almost a defensive, curled position. 

  Tatiana was avoiding every single man on the tour. 

"Y-you think I'd hurt you?" I try to hide away the pain in my voice, but it didn't work. "You think I'd do something like that to you?"

She puts her head in between her knees, covering her head as she begins to cry. "Of course I don't...I just--I..." she tries to speak only crying harder as I slowly climb in bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her as she cries in my arms. 

Each tear she shed made my heart break away more and more, as I held her tight. 

I couldn't help but think about what she confessed to me only a month ago when she came back to Neverland about a similar situation when she was only a teenager. What happened a couple of nights ago must have triggered the memory to come back, like a bad nightmare. 

"Sssshhh..." I hold her tight, laying a soft kiss on her head. "It's going to be alright..." 

"Y-you're not mad at me?" she asks as I look down at her confused, and stunned. 

"Why would you think that?"

"B-because he touched me, and kissed me and--" she cries harder in my chest as she says somethings I can't understand except; "you wouldn't want me anymore. 

My heart drops as I gently take her face in my hands , making her look up at me as I wipe her tears away with my thumb. "Is that why you avoided me? Because you thought I wouldn't still want you?" 

She stays silent lowering her eyes as a wave of sadness rushes through my veins. "Tatiana...I will always want you. I'll always have you. You'll always be mine, and I'll always be yours. Nothing and no one is going to change that." I gently grab her hand placing it on my chest as I stare in her eyes. 

"Do you feel that?" I whisper. "Its yours. It beats for you everyday, and no one will ever take it away from you. No matter what happens, this belongs to you."

She stares in my eyes as I gently press my lips against hers. "Now relax...I'm going to run you a warmth bath, and I'll order you something to eat okay?" I kiss her forehead as I get up heading to the bathroom. 

"Michael?"

I turn to look at her as she stares in my eyes for the first time that evening. "I love you." 

I smile gently staring back at her. "I love you too." 

3rd Person POV

"Boss, we just got this today...I figured you'd want to see it." Barbara says excitedly as a man behind a desk with a Entertainment Tonight logo raises an eyebrow. 

He takes the envelope as he opens it reading out loud; 

"Dear Tatiana...." 

He stops as he looks up at Barabara. "This is a suicide note? Who sent this?"

"Someone that works for Michael...and it's in Michael's handwriting..." she says excitedly as he fixes his glasses looking at it again. 

"Find out what hospital he was taken to. I want as many facts on this as soon as possible so this can get broadcasted." he grins as she rushes in the hall. 

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I kinda rushed through writing this chapter, because you guys have been flooding my inboxes for an update, or questioning if I'm still alive <3 Haha!

But OMG THE REAL TATIANA IS ON INSTAGRAM!!! Honestly I'm lowkey jealous of her because just think of how cute her and Michael would have been if they actually got together (not to mention she's still so gorgeous!!)

But until next time! 

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