Band Imagines

Give Me Therapy

The pillow collided with Michael's chest, he didn't give much of a reaction. He just sat there, continuing to scroll through his phone. You nudged him with your elbow, "Michael, come on, why won't you play with me?"

He just shook his head, "because right now I'm just not in the mood".

"But you're always in a playful mood! Something's bothering you, what's wrong?"

"I'm just going through a lot right now."

You moved so your whole body was facing him, not just your head. "Well, what are you going through? Mikey, you can talk to me about anything, you know this."

He covered his face and let out a sigh, his hands muffled his speech, "it's hard to explain. It's really personal feelings and you know how I feel about sharing those types of feelings."

"Well, explain...I want to help you out. You know I do, but I can't if you're mumbling and covering up that beautiful face of yours."

He sighed and moved his hands.

"Are you upset because of calum? Because of luke? Ashton? Your mom? your cat? Your dog? Your shoes? My chemical romance?"

Michael shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just sad. I don't know how to explain my sadness. I don't know when it started, I don't know when it became unbearable. I don't know when it'll end."

You pulled him into a tight hug, "I'm sorry you feel that way, I don't mean to sound rude but maybe you should get help before it gets any worse. It sounds like you're describing depression."

Michael just hugged you, no longer speaking about how he felt. Just a nice hug in silence.

// an \\

well there's some sad Mikey ._.

I didn't write it as the reader and Michael together, but if you interpret it like that then Okie. It was meant as a best-friend type thing.

erm...i'll take requests...but please stay in the pop-punk, alternative, punk-rock, metal genre