Stupid Love || Michael Afton x Reader

forty one - debating between love

Y/N's POV:

June 22nd 1993.

Getting drunk and being a twenty six year old woman does not go well.

Especially when I wake up to my boyfriend sitting beside me.

I was completely knocked out, sleeping like the dead in my room when I woke up with the strongest urge to go puke.

I barely even got out of bed by the time I threw up in my mouth slightly, the agonising taste of acid filling the back of my throat.

It was good I didn't vomit too much as I hadn't consumed a lot of alcohol in the first place but it was mental how I couldn't remember a single thing from the night before. I only had somewhat clear memories until we sat down at the booth in the small bar, that's when everything started jumbling and dancing about in the depths of my brain.

But then it all suddenly knocked me in the head with a brick. The drinks, the conversation, the music, the dancing... the kiss.

Everything just came back to me, well almost everything. I tried to remember more but my mind kept running back to the same memory, replaying over and over, stuck in the same loop in my brain.

I can't remember who leaped on who, I can't remember who kissed who first but all I remember was feeling the softness of his lips on mine, the warmth of our stomachs pressing together, my hands getting tangled in his luscious locks, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

I'm not sure if Michael minded or not, maybe there was a huge chance I forced the kiss onto him but he didn't seem too bothered, especially about the conversation after that.

By that point, some of the alcohol had rushed out my system, leaving me an exhausted and dizzy mess. I wanted sleep, a lot of it but I remember hitting my head off something hard and colliding with the carpeted floor. Everything after that was a blur but I remember the three words I kept repeating. I had apparently kissed him again, maybe twice. I was trying to show that I loved him, and not Nick.

The fact was, even after all this time I thought I was in love with Nick, my body was lying to me. I had been lying to myself. I was trying so hard to run away from everything in my past that I just tried to engulf anything that was brand new and seemed trust worthy.

I was still in love with Michael. Even after all these years.

And just once appearance from him was enough to embrace that.

All those nights I cried over him, I loved him. All those lessons and lectures I spent day dreaming about him, I loved him. All those dates and kisses and hugs I shared with Nick. I thought I had found the right person, I thought he was the one for me but everything started to get icky for me. His disgusting behaviour, his controlling questions, the way he only tended to show love physically more than emotionally. I know he loved me, but he just wasn't the right one for me. Because I had already found the right one for me years ago and he was here to stay.

Why the hell didn't I realise it further? All those signs surrounding me, those tiny gut feelings that erupted throughout me whenever he shouted at me, when I first introduced him to Terry and she took some time to think about it. Why the fuck did I never see anything coming?!

I needed to talk with Michael, that was currently top priority.

After a nap of course.

I finally returned to my room, clutching a cold glass of water in my hand. I was going to have to call into the hospital asking for a day off, I could not work in this situation. Not only because of my hangover but also because of the fact that the kiss I shared with Michael was troubling me too much to actually concentrate in the first place.