Michael Evans Behling Imagines

The Ex

Imagine that Michael is your ex boyfriend and he wants you back...

3 months ago...

Michael walked into your shared room with an unreadable expression on his face. You tried to get him to say something but every time you tried, he shut you down and the more you did, the angrier he got. You asked him one past time and he snapped at you. Something he promised you he would never ever do. His face softened when he saw you recoil and move to the room the two of you once shared.
You had already packed half of your suitcase that was meant for pictures and stuff. He walked in just in time to see you zipping it up and start packing your clothes. "Babe, babe? What are you doing? Where are you going?"
His vulnerability rising as his voice broke at the end. That vulnerability was enough to make you pause and look at him with tears in your eyes and a few running down your face. "I'm just trying to help you, for crying out loud! Then you go and react like I'm a pain in your ass? What the hell did I ever do for you to react like that? I love you. You know that I do, maybe more than I should. What happened to you? Where's the Michael I know and love?" you ranted, breathing heavily.

In your fit of rage, you didn't even notice how close he was to you and when you did, you moved back and carried on packing your things. He didn't stop you. He just held you from behind and didn't say anything. He knew that he couldn't tell you that what happened at work because you'd leave him anyway so he thought that you'd need time which was why you were packing your stuff.
You sighed as you finished packing and as you moved to the door, he didn't let you go. He just turned you around in his arms, looked into your eyes and said, "If I told you, you'd hate me anyway, beautiful but I don't want to keep this from you so here goes. Someone kissed me and said that they'd hurt you if I didn't kiss them back. I swear, baby, I didn't want to but you're the only one for me and I wasn't about to let you get hurt because of me. That's why I snapped. I didn't mean to hurt you or speak to you like that, okay? I'm so fucking sorry baby girl. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?" he rambled as sobs slowly took over his body. You sighed as you gave into him and hugged him knowing that it'd be the last time for a while.
"Mike, hey. Look at me, okay? I know that you'd never intentionally hurt me so stop beating yourself up about it. Yes, it hurts that you were even in that position to begin with but I'm not going to leave you alone to deal with this, okay? Hey, look at me baby," you tell him, guiding his face to look at you. His eyes refused to meet yours, in fear that the image he had of you would disappear. You leaned in and kissed his lips, knowing that he couldn't resist your lips. He held you tighter and let a tear run down his face before opening his eyes and seeing your smile beaming at him.
He visibly relaxed but was tense in a second when he told you that he needed a few days. So with that being said, you packed your car, gave him a kiss goodbye that you didn't expect to last as long as it did. He was already regretting his suggestion and wanted to tell you to unpack your stuff but you had already driven off.

Present day — 3 months later

Your phone rang and for the first time in a few days, you hesitate to answer, not knowing why any of your supposed friends would have anything to say to you.

"hi."

"hey. It's me."

"oh hey. What's up? Do you need anything?"

"uhm, I was just wondering if you were, uh home... I uh, I kinda need to talk to you.
It's important..."

"uh okay. I mean, I guess you can come over now? If you're not busy?"

"I, uh, I'm actually at your door right now..."