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Scars - Michael

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His Scar

"Hey babe?" You asked Michael while walking into your hotel room.

"Be right there!" You heard him call from the bathroom.

"I just have a quick question." You said looking in your suitcase. "Have you seen my little black make-up box? My lip rings are in it and I need to switch this one out." You huffed and moved on to Michael's suitcase. "I already checked with the boys but they haven't even stepped foot in the room. They then continued to make a comment about our sex life." You let out a chuckle and was about to move on to the closet when you realized that Michael hadn't said anything. You turned and went to the bathroom door. You knocked softly. "Michael?"

"One second, babe!" He called before muttering out a few curse words. "Stupid make-up. How do girls even use this?" You heard him say.

You turned the doorknob and opened the door. You crossed your arms and leaned against the frame and smirked. Michael stood in front of you, frozen like a deer in headlights, your eyeshadow in one hand, the other in your black make-up box.

"Hey baby!" He said sheepishly. "I found your box!" He pointed to the box on the counter.

"What are you doing, Mikey?" You whispered taking the eyeshadow from his hand and putting it in the box.

His smile vanished and he sat down on the edge of the bathtub. "I'm trying to cover up my scar." His hand gestured to the scar near his eye. The scar that he got in London on stage. The scar that he was self-conscious about.

You sat down next to him and leaned your head on his shoulder. "So you were looking for concealer. Why are you doing that?"

He sighed. "People keep saying that the scar makes me uglier than I already am. Some people look at it and say that the pyrotechnics missed." He leaned his head on yours and wrapped his arm around you. "It's already my fault that it is there, so I want to cover it so people will at least stop staring at it." He fell silent.

You stayed silent for a moment trying to word your words. "I love your scar though." You finally whisper and you lean back slightly. He turned and looked at you, sadness in his eyes. You lightly traced the scar on his head. "It's a part of you and makes you. You got that scar doing what you love and that's what makes it even better. Do you remember what I told you at the hospital?" You gave him a smile.

He looked at you and returned your smile with his own soft smile. His eyes no longer filled with sadness, but with love. "Yes, but can you say it again?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaned up to kiss his scar lightly, before looking at him, directly in his eyes. "None of your scars can make me love you less. I will always love you and I will always love every scar."

"What did I do to deserve you?" Michael murmured.

You just smiled widely and leaned forward. You kissed him softly and smiled when you felt Michael wrap his arms around your waist. You pulled away first, causing a groan from Michael. "If you still want, I can go and get one of the guards to take me to the store to get you some concealer. I don't own any."

"I think that the only opinion that matters about the scar, besides my own, is yours. I don't need it." Michael kissed the top of your head before unwrapping his arms and getting up. "We do have a date, so hurry up and get ready."

You giggled before gently nudging him away from your black box. He laughed and started to leave the room. "Oh and Mikey?" You say taking out one of your lip rings and starting to change them out.

"Yeah, (Y/N)?" He said pausing just outside of the bathroom door.

"I've always found guys that have scars, extremely sexy." You smiled innocently before closing the door.

Well, here is the final installment of the set that I have been working on forever! Sorry for the late night upload. I really hope you guys like it!

I will see you next week!

~M