5SOS Imagines (and possibly preferences)

Michael #2

        ( WARNING: THIS IMAGINE COULD BE TRIGGERING SO PLEASE IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY DO NOT READ.  also so if you guys need anyone to talk to I know you wont but I'm an expert at giving advice and listening.)

     I was finally home and I couldn't be more excited about it.  I texted Y/n as soon as I arrived in Sydney saying that I would go to her apartment after greeting my parents, take a shower and put some clean cloths.  I was excited to see her too.  It had been six months since the last time I saw her and I wanted to take her in my arms, hug her and kiss until I had to go back on tour (unfortunately, it would be to long until I had to go again).

It was dinner time when I arrived to her house.  When Y/n opened the door, I found it difficult to keep the smile on my lips.  She was a lot thinner than before, under her eyes there were purple bags and she seemed to be sick.  It had been a long time since I had seen her, yes, but I was sure when I left, she didn't  look like that.  She was still beautiful, of course, but I couldn't help but worry because I had the feeling that something was going on.  "Babe"  I finally said, opening my arms and hugging her.  That was when I noticed she was as thin as a rake.

"I missed you so much" she mumbled into my chest.  "I missed you too" I said kissing her forehead before kissing her lips.  We kissed for a few minutes and I forgot my concern about her look.  "You know, I could keep doing this all day but I'm really hungry" I said into her lips, making her laugh.  "Do you wanna go out for dinner?" I asked her but she immediately shook her head.

"No, I prefer to have dinner home" I didn't say a thing because I was okay with that too.  We entered to her little apartment and we went straight to the living room.  "Pizza?" I asked.  Y/n shook her head again.  "I mean you can have pizza if you want but I had something to eat before and I'm not really hungry . . . ."  I frowned because I wasn't understanding what was happening but I decided not to say anything.  Maybe she wasn't feeling like going out or something.

I asked for a pizza and while we were waiting, Y/n showed me some changes she had made to her apartment.  She had hung new pictures and had painted her room in different color.  "I really like what you have done to the place.  If it weren't because your room is pink now and its not punk enough.  I would have come to live with you" she laughed and told me that I could come whenever I wanted.  The doorbell rang a few seconds later and while we went down the stairs, I saw how she staggered.  "Hey, hey" I say grabbing her arm.  "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah" she said, smiling a bit.  "Sorry, I'm a bit dizzy.  It's to hot in here" I was going to say something but I decided to shut up.  It wasn't hot in there, it was almost freezing.

"Go sit on the couch.  I'll grab the pizza and bring you something to drink. Do not move!" I half-yelled while I went to the door and paid the pizza man.  Say that I was worried was an understatement but after giving Y/n some coke, she seemed a little bit recovered , although she didn't eat anything.

When I was about to finish the pizza, she told me she was going to prepare the room so we could sleep together..  I didn't give much importance because I thought she would change the sheets but after a while, when I realized she wasn't going to come down, I left the box of the pizza in the kitchen and I went upstairs.  I found Y/n in her room, watching herself in the mirror.  Her hands were placed on her non-existent belly and she was crying.  That image broke my heart.  When she realized I was there, she wiped her tears and smiled at me "Ready to sleep?"

I didn't sleep that night, I was worried about Y/n. Finally, I carefully got rid of her arms that were wrapping my waist and I went down to the first floor, where Y/n's computer was.  I googled her symptoms and I found that she could have an eating disorder, like anorexia.  I saw a number where I could ask for help and I called.  Although it was really late, a girl answered me and I explained to her what I saw.  She told me it was a little hard to know what it was but for what I was saying, it seemed it was anorexia.  "What can I do?" I asked, really worried.  "The best approach is to gently express your concerns and let her know that you're available to listen.  You have to remember that there's no way you can solve the problem, but maybe you can help her by being a role model for healthy eating, but don't make negative comment's about your own body or any one Else's!  Also, try to find the support of other people.  And especially, don't act like the food police.  She needs compassion and support, not an authority figure"  We talked for a few more minutes but I realized that Y/n didn't realize she had a problem,  I couldn't do much.  So when she got up the next morning, I had already done my homework and I knew a little bit more about anorexia.

"It seems like you hadn't slept at all" she said to me, rubbing her eyes.  "Is something wrong babe?" she seemed much more relaxed and lively, but I knew it was only a facade.  I tried to find the best words to tell her for what i wanted to say.  "I know I spent a lot of time outside and maybe I haven't been here for you."

"What . . . . ?"  I took her hand in mine and I stopped her.  "I love you, you know?  I just wanted to say that I'm here for you, for everything you need.  Don't ever think you're a bother to me because you're not.  I'm here to listen to you, to help you, to do anything you want me to do.  There's nothing I wouldn't do for you" by the end of my speech, tears were falling down her cheeks.  She leapt over my body and hugged me while she whispered a 'thank you' full of confessions that for now, and maybe never, I would get to listen out loud.