Michael's Point Of View ~

I take Allie's hand just before the door opens. I bring my glasses to the bridge of my nose, now looking at Allie. 

"Ready baby? . . " I ask her. 

She is still looking outside. She takes a few seconds before she looks at me . . nodding. 

"Yeah I'm ready . . " She tells me softly. 

I give the word, the car door opens and immediately we are met with bright flashes here and there. Voices that seem to be coming from every direction possible . . seeming to be everywhere. My security keeps them at a safe distance away from me, but it's not enough. I stop, putting my hand gently onto Charles' arm. I whisper into his ear. 

"Charles, please keep them away from Allie . . " 

He nods. "Of course, Mr Jackson . . " 

I watch from behind my black sunglasses as Charles steps back behind me, behind Allie. As we walk, so does he. Keeping himself close to her. His arms outstretched on either side of him. 

"Give them some room. Move back! Sir, move back please . . " 

"Move back! Move away from Ms Thomas! Get back! . . " 

Charles says. His voice stern. 

The media, the paparazzi are told but unfortunately, it's doesn't completely mute them altogether as we they continue to yell out our names in hopes to get our attention. 

"Allie over here. Can you tell us what it is like to star in two short films? . . " 

"Ms Thomas! Look to your left . . " 

"Allie! Is it true you're only dating Michael for his money and to gain fame? . . " 

"Allie, Allie! Can you describe yours and Michael's sex life? . . " 

Those last two comments make me immediately look at Allie. Her head is down, as her free hand  does its best to completely cover her face. I look at Charles. He knows that I am not happy but left very upset and even angry. They can say whatever they wish to say to me . . but not Allie. She remains quite of course. Not responding and not reacting at all. Well, she is trying her best to hide the way she is really feeling after such questions have just been asked. I keep hold of her hand but her other hand, remains covering her face. I feel Allie come closer to me allowing me to see a streak of wetness down her cheek but I can't really be sure. This is breaking my heart. It has been said in the newspaper but now . . it's been yelled out in public and in front of everyone else. Allie and I make it inside the building, finally. The media remain outside as other members of my security stand in front of the door to deny them any access. 

Thank god. 

However, Allie and I still need to be escorted to the elevators that are positioned right opposite the door. I wish to get in there as soon as possible. Our backs facing the media as we wait for the next available elevator . . yet everything can still be heard around us. The flashes are so bright that we can still see them, seeming never ending as well as the faint sound of their voices as they continue to ask us questions. 

The ding chimes. 

Allie first, then myself. Charles then comes into the elevator with us. The door closing. I take my glasses off . . my attention on nothing but Allie. 

"Allie baby, are you okay? . . " 

I ask her but it's such a stupid question, I know. Her face hidden. She isn't wanting to show me. 

"Please Allie. Please look at me . . " 

She does but after some serious hesitation. Once my eyes see hers, it confirms it. My heart breaks then and there for sure. Her cheeks stained. Eyes red . . so glassy. I wrap my arms around her, comforting her as best as I can. She returns the hug. Her arms around my waist. I feel her body shake slightly from her sobs. Damn it. This is so difficult. I shouldn't have brought Allie here. I should've know better then to bring her with me and therefore expose her to all of this when I already know she isn't used to it. 

When I know she's so vulnerable when it comes to the media and their attention on us. 

. . on our relationship. 

Why didn't I just come here alone? To do the interview myself and leave Allie back at the hotel where I know she will be safe. She looks up at me. I wipe her tears away with my thumbs, pulling her in for a hug again to have her close to me. Allie doesn't even need to say anything. 

"I know baby. I'm so sorry . . " 

I kiss her forehead softly. She is so upset. Ugh. I can handle most things that life and the media throw my way but this . . seeing Allie so hurt. I can't. The ding once again is heard and the doors open. Which means, it's time to get off the elevator. I see as Charles walks out first with his arm extended out down to hall, towards the room where the interview is scheduled to take place. I take Allie's hand. We begin to walk out. 

"After you, Mr Jackson. Ms Thomas . . " 

Charles says. We walk in front of him now, down the hall with the interview room right before us. I whisper to Charles for him to wait inside the room. He does. It's only Allie and I. 

"Allie, do you want to do this interview with me? . . " 

I don't want her to feel like she has to. I never want that feeling to ever come to her . . ever. This is something I always say and continue to say it. I wrap my arms around her, wishing it was more than enough to protect her from it all. She takes a deep breath to gather herself. Wiping her tears away, even a hand fans her face in hopes of halting them once and for all. Allie says she wants to do this interview, she wants to be there . . and she is adamant. Her determination rushes all through her. I can see it as I look at her. She wants to be strong. And it makes me very proud of her. 

"I'm going to be right next to you, Allie . . " 

I take her hand, reassuring her. She nods her head just before we both walk into the room. The individual interviewing us stands up from his seat as he see's that we are now in his presence. He shakes my hand, then Allie's before polite instructions are expressed for us to take a seat on the two chairs that sit opposite his. We do, a soft whisper from my lips as I still remind Allie that I'm right here. The interviewer, looks down at his papers in his hands. His name is Bill, he tells us before we begin. Yet another glance is taken at his paperwork. He asks me about the process for my new singles from the album. 

The Way You Make Me Feel 

and 

Dirty Diana. 

But I know where this will be going. I already know where this topic will end up going towards, I pray that it doesn't and the thought is just all my head. But when it comes to the media, to interviews . . I don't trust them. That is why I don't do many of them. 

"Mr Jackson, tell me about 'The Way You Make Me Feel' . . " 

" . . what was the inspiration? . . " 

I giggle, knowing very well where the inspiration came from. More like who the inspiration came from. My hand can't help but to reach over and hold Allie's. Bill see's this and smiles. I am not going to lie. This song was written because of Allie and this is my chance to confirm it with the world. 

"Well, the inspiration is right here. In this very room . . " 

Bill points to Allie. 

"Your girlfriend, Allie is the inspiration? . . " He asks. 

I hear Allie giggle. She is nervous but I know she is happy, I can feel it. I'm hoping it stays this way. I do not want her to be that upset . . ever again. I nod before I turn my head to glance at her. My eyes have nothing but true love in them every single time I look at her. But when I look at her in this moment, in such an environment that we are currently in, I can't help but see a vulnerable girl. She looks timid. But still someone that is so strong. I know she is trying so hard to fit into my crazy world. But I'm here for her throughout it. I will never leave her, instead I will love her for all time. Bill looks down at his papers, clearing his throat. He begins to speak again. I hold my breath. An attendance is made by another. Puffs of smoke are seen . . it's Frank. He walks into the room as silently as possible. I watch as he stands in the background, behind Bill. 

"What about Dirty Diana? Is that song about Allie? . . " Bill asks. 

I deny it immediately. Informing Bill that the song isn't about her. Instead, the song is about groupies. It's something that I have experienced by being on the road when touring. It is a life experience, I like to call it. The lyrics state that I am not interested in these kinds of women. I would never entertain them . . but, my brothers would. 

"But people would say that Allie is your groupie . . " 

" . . she was a massive fan of you before you two started dating . . " 

It's only my eyes that glance fiercely at Frank. He puts his hand in front of him, a signal to stop me from doing something I have I wish to do. But I hold back. I feel Allie squeeze me hand gently as her other hand comes over and is placed on my arm. I know is it making her upset again but she is doing her best to remain poised and calm me down. Bill continues to speak. 

"So therefore, Dirty Diana is in fact about Allie too . . " 

Once again, I deny it ferociously. On the inside, I feel my blood boiling. The anger from these kinds of questions leaves me furious. Frank knows, from my stare at him alone. How do they have the right to say things like this? I'm a celebrity, someone who is in the public eye, I know this. But I am much more than that. 

I am a human being. 

Suddenly the questions change . . becoming much more personal. Bill this time speaks to Allie. This fine, but if it questions like we heard outside from the media - I will step in and defend my girl. 

"Allie. Your sex life with Michael as everyone wants to know. Tell us . . " 

Yep. I'm stepping in. 

"That is very private. Between Allie and I only . . " 

I say and quite vigorously too. I am a very peaceful person but when it comes to defending Allie, I will do whatever I can to do so. 

"But people are very curious. Some even saying - does Michael and Allie even have sex? . . " 

Bill says, shrugging his shoulders. His tone is bubbly and that annoys me because the topic is such a private thing. My hand still holds Allie's. 

"I'm a gentleman . . " I say softly. 

Bill holds his hands up. Seeming to wish to move on from that particular topic. Thank goodness for that. "Okay, okay. Allie how does it feel to date Michael? . . " 

"And to star in his short films . . " 

"Because in doing both of those things you must be getting paid heaps . . " 

" . . that is all your wanting after all, right? Is Michael's money . . "

Bill says with a kind of smirk. Okay. That's it. This time, Frank does step in. And actually ends the interview. I stand up, taking my little microphone off my shirt. Allie stands up herself, I help her get her microphone off. She just stands before me . . seeming to be frozen. I hear Frank continue to speak to Bill and his filming team. I take Allie's hand and we walk out of the room, down the hall to get back to the elevator. Charles follows us. 

"Mr Jackson and Ms Thomas are on the move . . " 

I hear Charles say into his earpiece. The choreography of us leaving the building, getting past the media that still lay in wait outside, for us to get into my waiting car is a blur. My only concern was getting out of there and getting Allie away from it. 

to be continued.