Michael Jackson Imagines

Missing You (Thriller Era)

Note: Strong Language & Sexual Content.

Michael's POV:

I've been touring for the past seven months. My wife of two years, (Y/N), is definitely back home; I just can't wait for this tour to end because I miss her like crazy!

"Michael, you're on stage in ten minutes, once the show's over, my wife and I are going to a restaurant; would you like to join us?" Frank questions. When I realised I couldn't see my wife for a while, I immediately started crying. Frank rested his hand on my shoulder.

"Mike... it's (Y/N)... isn't it?" Frank said softly to me. I nodded.

"Have you ever felt so lonely this much that you just want to breakdown and cry? I simply want to hold her and tell her I love her, Frank." I say sniffling, Frank nods, trying to sympathise with how I'm feeling.

"Well how about we get this concert over and done with and we can do something?" When Frank started talking, I could tell he was trying to cheer me up but I didn't want to do anything. If (Y/N) had been present, she would have motivated me so I could take on my shows with so much confidence and given me such encouragement.

"I just want to be alone for a while Frank after this concert, you go have fun with your w-wi... wife." Since the entire topic revolves around (Y/N), I try so hard to avoid stumbling on the last word.

"Okay, mate. We'll see you in 5 then." I sit in front of my mirror and watch my reflection as Frank leaves. I turned my head around to check behind me after spotting a shadow. Was it her?

"(Y/N)?" I whisper slightly, but there was nothing in my sight. That's it, I can't take this anymore. I'm going home after this, I don't care what shows are left. I need her.

(Y/N)'s POV:

I was sitting on my couch and enjoying one of my many thousand times-read beloved books. My phone began to ring. I walked over and picked it up.

"Hello, (Y/N) Jackson here?" I start off.

"Hi, (Y/N)! Frank here. I had to contact you. It's about your husband." Said Frank. My heart started to pound rapidly.

"Is he okay? What's happened? Did he get into an accident?." I asked panicking. Frank just chuckles

"No, no don't be silly. But I will need you to come here and see him. He's practically a mess without you, I'll book you on a private jet here. Get your suitcase ready, you'll be here for the next 3-4 months with him.." He explains.

"Are you sure he wants me to stay with him?" I asked him.

"(Y/N), if he threatens to leave his tour and come back to you. Then he'd want you to stay." Frank explains.

"Okay, okay, I'll get ready now." I say and hang up. I squeal in excitement and rushed to my bedroom and packed up my things, 7 months... 7, long months since I haven't seen my husband...

*3 hours later*
Michael's POV;

"Thank you and goodnight, everybody!" I yell into the microphone, and the audience screams and cheers in response. I exited the stage quickly and made my way to Frank backstage.

"Well done, you did good!" He said putting his thumbs up. I smiled but that soon disappeared as I saw Franks wife, Linda comes in and kisses him.

"Hi, sweetheart, ready to go?" She chirps and Frank nods his head.

"Oh, Michael... there's someone in your room, waiting to talk to you." Frank smirks in my direction. I can't help but look at Frank with confusion. 

"Who is it? I don't want to waste anymore time, I'm going home after this." I asked.