We belong together Whitney Houston and Michael Jackson

Regret

Feb 7 1989
Whitney pov
I was lying on the hotel bed. I huffed. Clive had been calling all day asking when the next album coming or when I think we should plan for it. I told him let's just wait a while and let take some time. I mean I been touring and stuff. I told him I need to take some time off. He doesn't know what I've done. I need time to cope. I can hardly look in the mirror. My brother, Michael knock at the door. "Hey whit you look kind of down..." He said. He was kinda very happy and jittery. "I am." I said trying to stop the tears. "Nippy what is it?" He said. "Have you ever done something so bad it's hard to look in the mirror?" I ask. "Well once." He said. "Well how did you get over it." I said. "Well I never do but I have something to help me." He said. I scrunch up my face. "What is it?" I ask. He pulled out this bag. It had some white stuff in it. "A lot of my homies do this. It help ease your mine and take all your problems, away. Well it least for a while." He said. "Mike are you." He cut me off. "Nippy serious. I been doing this." He said. "Michael I can't do this..." I said. "Nippy just do it." He said. I shrugged. "I can't." I said getting up. "Whitney? Fine well what the problem." He said. I got a cup of wine. "Ummm well. I had an abortion." I said taking a big gulp of wine. "That's it?" He said. "I made a mistake." I said. "Whitney you." I cut him off. "I took an innocent life. I killed my baby! Dad made me give it up! I wanted to see that baby grow! I wanted to hear it first cry! Hold it. But my baby is gone and its not coming back. It's all my fought. I should have told dad no! I should have told him no. God!" I said crying. He wrapped his arms around me. "Whitney just do it. this it will take your mind off of it." He said. I nodded. "It's been a while." I said. (A/n:By the way I dont know how he done it. Also I encourage people to not do drugs!!!! Please don't do this point blank period. Try to live drug free!!!)
February 21, 1989
I decided to surprise Michael. He was on stage. I need to talk to someone. I walk up to his room. His body guards let me in. I told them to them not to tell him I'm here. He had his clothes laid on the bed. I took off my cloths and slip on his blazer. I heard the shower stop. He came out and jumped. "Nippy?" He said out of breath. "The one and only." I said. He came up next to me and kiss me. "I missed you." He said. I smiled. "You too."  I said. I kissed his neck but he tense up. I knew he was still upset. "Michael I'm sorry. " I said. He pulled my hand off his chest. He put on his clothes. "Are we going to talk about this?" I said. "About what nip?" He said. "How lately you been giving me the cold shoulder. I mean I know I made a mistake but someone." He cut me off. "Mistake?" He yelled. "Killing a baby isn't a mistake." He said. "You right it wasn't mistake, it was choice. You know what I said to dad and to that doctor." I said. He shook my head. "I told my dad. No! I pleaded with him. He sent me in there talking about it was my choice. When I tried to get up and leave. I begged for them not to do this! I begged. But the doctor wouldn't listen. They just put me under and did it. So now you know!" I said about to walk off. "Nip!" He said. "No I'm going to the Grammys by my self. I see you later." I said. He pulled me back. He hugged me. "It's okay." He said. I shook my head. "I should have waited." I said in tears. I pushed him away and grab my purse. I was looking for the cocaine. "I've also been doing cocaine again." I said. Michael scoff. He took it out my hands. "Who did you? Who gave this to you." He ask. "My brother Michael. We just." He cut me off. He grab me by the hands. "Just stop." He said. I nodded. "No more drugs stay clean. Then maybe in a couple of months we can start planning this wedding." He said. I smiled. "Well, we have a day." I said. He undid his blazer.

I woke to Michael asleep. I kissed his head. I took a shower. I was cleaning up.  I got my clothes. I turn on the tv. I was feeling do bad. "Hello?" K could hear Michael on the phone. "Yea okay yea. Look I have to go. No, make sure to have the surprise ready." He said. He hung up the phone. I went in the room. "Hey." I said. "Hey nippy." He said. I kissed his forehead. "Well I have to go and get glam up." I said. "Well I see you tonight." He said kissing my lips. It was all okay until he pulled me into the sheet with him. "Michael!" I gasped. He undid my blouse."come on we have a couple of hours to spare." He said. "Actually I have a sound check today." I said. "So do I which is why I made sure that your was right before mine. Which is....2:30." He said. I kissed him. We made love. It was about 12:30. "We probably need to start getting ready." I said. He nodded. "So what song will you be performing at the Grammys. Mr. Jackson." I ask trying to sound like an interviewer. "Well, ms. Houston. I will be performing the way you make me feel/ man in the mirror." He said with a smirk. I blushed. "And what is the lovely Whitney singing for us." I said. "One moment in time." I said. He smiled and nodded. We got readying went to rehearsals. Michael did amazing. I got on stage a song. A lot people said I sound great. I hugged Michael. I told him I had to go get ready. He ask if I was sure if I wanted to go separate. I just yea because if we go together we may never make it in. He nodded and kiss my forehead. "I'll see you later." He said. I nodded.