He was leaving in exactly two weeks. It would be the first time that the two of you would be apart, and the thought of it terrified you. You tried to spend as much time with him as possible before he went away for months.
As time went on and it began to dawn on the two of you that he would be leaving soon, things started to change. You began feeling depressed and Michael was no longer quite as electrified as he usually was. When you two were together, all you did was kiss and cuddle, and as soon as you got home after a day with him, you cried at the realisation of how many days were left.
It was the night before he had to leave, and the night that you had let him make love to you for the first time. You had gone over to his house to help him pack, and make sure that he had everything that he needed.
While the two of you lay naked in Michael's bed, cuddled up to each other in the sheets, you began to sob. In a couple of hours, he had to leave, and you had no choice but to let him go. He held you so tight while you sobbed into the crook of his neck, that it felt as though the two of you would merge into one.
"(Y/N)?" He whispered into your ear once you had stopped crying and was about to fall asleep.
"Yeah?" You responded.
"I love you, okay?" He said, kissing your cheek.
"I love you, too." You murmured.
"And I don't want to see you crying, baby." He said, then continued. "And I don't want to be away from you for so long, either."
"But you must go, Michael. This is your dream, and I don't want to be the reason that you give it up."
"I'm not giving it up. We've come this far. But I do want you to be there with me. I want you to be there cheering me on, but not from a thousand miles away."
"Mike, what are you saying?" You questioned, sitting up in bed.
"Come on tour with me."
"What?"
"Please come on tour with me, baby." He said again, sitting up as well and finding your eyes.
"But what about school?" You asked.
"I'm sure we can make a plan. Your assignments can be emailed to you."
"What about my parents?" You asked.
"We'll speak to them. They like me well enough, I'm sure they won't mind all that much."
"Mike, I can't just up and leave on such short notice. I haven't planned anything. I haven't prepared for this. I can't just-"
"Please." He pleaded, cutting you off. "I need you."
"Mike-"
"We can figure everything out as we go along, just please say you'll come."
You thought about it for a while. Looking into his eyes, and seeing how much he wanted this, made you realise that you needed him more than he needed you. It didn't matter that he hadn't really thought about it fully before asking you. It didn't matter that there was a possibility of your parents refusing to let you go. Nothing mattered. Just Michael. Only Michael.
"Okay." You smiled.
"You'll come with me?"
"Yeah."
"I can't even explain how happy this makes me." He said, pulling you into a tight hug, that turned into a kiss, which only turned into more sex.
"Just as long as we don't accidentally make a baby on tour." You joked while he disposed of the condom.
"I love you so much." He said, leaving a lingering kiss on your forehead.
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This was requested like fifty thousand years, I just never did get the time to write it. But, here it is. I can't really remember who requested this. Sorry it took like seven million years.
Sounds Good Feels Good is literally life. What is your favorite song on the album? My top five is: Invisible; Permanent Vacation; The Girl Who Cried Wolf; Jet Black Heart; Vapour / Broken Home
I love this band so much, it hurts my feelings.
xxx McRee Black
