MJ IMAGINES (World with Applehead) ON GOING

He expresses his love to you pt.2

1996

You woke slowly, blinking as the morning sunlight spilled gently across your face. For a moment, you turned to your side, imagining your boyfriend still asleep beside you, his curls falling slightly over his face, his soft skin, and those kissable lips you hadn't seen in six long months.

But today, that wait was finally over. You were going to see him again.

You got up quickly, took a shower, and made a simple breakfast, your thoughts already miles ahead. After finishing, you grabbed your suitcase and hurried downstairs. You checked the house one last time, making sure everything was in order, then stepped outside where his manager was already waiting with the car.

"Good morning, Ms. Jackson," He greeted.
You immediately felt your cheeks warm.

Ms. Jackson? Oh my god... could I be Mrs. Jackson soon? Hihi.

"Stop it, Frank. You're making me blush," you said, laughing softly as he helped you with your suitcase.

"You're finally seeing him again after six months. You must be really happy. Mr. Jackson missed you a lot, you know," Frank said as he started the car.

"I am," you replied, your excitement slipping into your voice. "I can't wait to see him."

You watched the scenery pass by your window, your heart beating faster with every mile. In just a few hours, you'd finally be with him again. At the airport, the two of you waited for your flight to be called.

"Calling all passengers flying to Amsterdam, your flight will be departing in 20 minutes." You boarded together and settled into business class.

"How fancy of him", you thought with a small smile. The two-hour flight felt endless. You kept glancing out the window, unable to stay still.

"Are we there yet?" you asked for what felt like the hundredth time. Frank finally looked up from his magazine and sighed lightly, amused.

"Relax, Y/N. We'll be there before you know it. Try to get some sleep."

"I guess I could nap," you said, adjusting your seat until you found a comfortable position. Within minutes, exhaustion finally pulled you under.

A soft touch on your shoulder woke you up. "Hey, Y/N. Wake up. We're here," Frank said gently.

Your eyes opened instantly. "We're here".

The plane had landed, and you could barely contain your excitement as you disembarked. Frank had already arranged a car, and soon you were on your way to the hotel where Michael was staying.
When you arrived, your nerves started to build. Excitement and anxiety tangled together in your chest.

You went straight to his room but it was locked. So instead, you waited with Frank in his room.

"What did he say?" you asked as Frank spoke on the phone with one of Michael's assistants.

"He said he's finishing the final rehearsal for tomorrow's show. He'll be here in a few minutes," Frank replied, ending the call as he sat across from you.  You nodded, though your heart was racing. I'm finally here.

Your eyes drifted to the window, watching the city outside, cars passing, people moving, life going on as usual until suddenly, the door opened.

You turned quickly. "Michael!"