Michael Jackson One-Shots

🟡RUNAWAY BRIDE

1983

Y/N's Point of View

Maria, my best friend, zipped my dress up from the back, and it fit perfectly. I stared at myself in the long mirror, checking every angle of myself. The professionals did my makeup wonderfully, and my hair looked just as good.

"Where is Michael?" I asked.

"He's in his seat. You've asked that three times already." Maria chuckled. "If you're so worried about where he is, why don't you just marry him instead?"

My heart skipped a beat. "I couldn't do that! Besides, my mom and dad would hate me. They don't like him anyway. They sort of arranged this whole marriage anyway..."

"Well, you're happy with it, aren't you?"

"Of course," I said. "Dave is a great guy."

"But...?"

"There is no 'but.' But what dude?" I was getting defensive.

"Nothing. You just seemed like you had more to say..." She backed off.

I sighed. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a little stressed out."

"You shouldn't be. Your dad will get you down the aisle, and all you have to do Is say "I do" when you're told. You didn't want the vows."

I cringed. "I hate vows."

She snickered. "I know you do. Ooh! Your other bridesmaids want to come see you."

I sighed. "Send them in."

I smoothed out my dress more and waited for the door to open. When it did, in came multiple squealing girls. It made me want to puke.

I was showered in compliments, which sort of helped with the aching pit in my stomach. I want to do this, and I'm happy about it.

I think...

My mother came in to see, and so did a few of the groomsmen.

I tried to block out their whistling. It made me uncomfortable. I wouldn't say I liked Dave's friends. They constantly bothered me.

"Lookin good future Mrs. Hart." One of them said.

I nodded, and Maria noticed I wasn't in the mood. So she kicked everybody out and told them to get into their places. She sat down next to me once the door closed. "What's wrong?"

It took me a few tries to speak. "I... I want to see Michael."

She looked at me with a confused face. As in, why would I need to see him?

"He's been my best friend since first grade. I want some support from him too." I scoffed.

"Alright. I'll get him. But you only have a few minutes."

I waited in the room anxiously, fiddling with anything I could get my hands on. It felt like hours had gone by waiting for Michael to get here. When the door opened again, I jumped. But the terrible feeling that was tearing through my stomach disappeared when I saw Michael's face. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hi, Michael." I stood up.

"Did you need a pep talk?" He chuckled.

I shook my head with a chuckle. "I guess so. I'm really nervous."

"Hey." He pulled me into a side hug. "You'll be okay. Soon you'll be off on your honeymoon without needing to worry about anything at all."

"Lucky me." I picked up my bouquet of flowers, doing a weird little dance. "Look at me, about to be married."

He looked at me thoughtfully and didn't say anything. "What is it?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. You look... stunning."

Butterflies erupted in my stomach. I was starting to blush. "Thank you. You look rather dashing yourself."

I knew I had to be ready to walk down the aisle in a few seconds. The terrible feeling returned. "Okay, I guess you should go sit down now."

He knew I wasn't feeling good. So without warning, he embraced me in a hug. "Y/N, you'll be okay. 'You know how I know? Because you already look perfect. Nobody will even realize that you're so anxious about this."

I was hung up on the fact that he'd said I looked perfect.

The door started to open behind us. It was my father. He had a disapproving look on his face. "What's he doing in here?"

I rolled my eyes. "Relax, dad. We were just talking."

Michael winked at me before leaving to go sit down.

I walked up to my dad and reluctantly linked arms with him.

I didn't want to make eye contact with anybody in the room. I hated that everyone had turned to look right at me. It made me feel awkward.

My dad let me go, and I stepped up in front of Dave.

When I got settled, the priest began. "Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses to join David Michael Hart, and Y/F/N in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly, and solemnly."

I zoned out for who knows how long. The closer it got to the I do's, the more I wanted to throw up. Dave was smiling at me, but it was devious. I did my best to keep my cool. But this is what I want. This is what I've wanted my whole life. I've dreamed about this day since I was a little girl, so I was going to enjoy and appreciate it.

"Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

My ears seemed to be ringing the whole time. I wanted to hate that feeling that I wished somebody would stand up and shout to stop the wedding.

But nobody did.

The priest continued. "Groom, repeat after me. I, Groom..."

Dave was holding my hands now. There was a beautiful ring on my left ring finger now...

"Now the Bride. Repeat after me, I-"

"I object!"

There were multiple dramatic gasps from around the room. I scanned the guests' seats to try and find whoever said that.

And there, standing in the aisle, was Michael. "Y/N, please, this isn't right. You know it isn't."

I stared at him, totally shocked that he had the confidence to do that. After that, I couldn't even speak.

"When is Dave ever there for you? I've always been your shoulder to cry on whenever you're upset. I won't disown you like he does. You don't have to tell me this isn't what you want, because I know it isn't. You're smarter than that to marry somebody like Dave. You know he's cheated on you multiple times before, and you've never done anything about it. It kills me to see you so unhappy every day. And the whole reason you're so nervous about this is because you know this isn't right. Please, come with me. I'll give you everything life has to offer b-because... I love you."

More dramatic gasping. My heart suddenly felt whole again. "Oh, Michael," I said without thinking. I looked at Dave with a nasty face. I took off the ring aggressively and put it in his hands. "Take this cheap ring, and shove it up your ass."

I picked up my dress to run away with Michael off to our happily ever after.