5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Michael imagine - personal

@/morglol97

You paced back and forth. Pulling at your hair, and trying to calm your steaming temper down. You and Michael had been arguing for nearly an hour now, and it was all because he left the toilet seat up, but it quickly spiralled into more than that, and that's why you're the closest you've ever been to tell him to leave the home you share together.
"It's one thing after another, Michael," you groan in frustration, stopping to look at him with his blasé attitude that annoys you even more, "why the hell are you just standing there?"
"Because, Morgan, I'm willing to put up with your shit because I love you! Yet, I do one wrong thing, and it's the end of the damn world!" He yells, before quietly muttering to himself, "think that shows your true feelings."
"Oh, so now you think I don't love you?" You ask appalled and he just stares at you with blank expression. That's how he really feels, "fine. I'll leave then."
"Morgan-"
"No, Michael, if you think I don't love you, I'll leave. Last thing I want to be is a lead on," you shout, storming away from him and making your way upstairs.
You shove piles of fresh clothing into some bags and look around. He never followed you up here, and it's making you think that he's the one that doesn't love you.
Walking passed photos of the two of you together, you drag your suitcase roughly down the stairs and towards the front door where he is standing.
Tears rolling down his face, eyes red and exhausted, he looks broken and bruised as he stands in front of you.
"I love you, Morgan. I know you love me too, I don't want you to leave. I need you," he sobs, a look of helplessness in his eyes as he begs you to stay, "I love you and I need you and I promise I'll never do anything wrong again."
"That's not the problem, Michael," you sniffle, wiping at your own face which mirrors his.
"Then what is it. Tell me so I can fix it," he nears you, holding your hand and pleading for you to direct him to save your relationship.
"It's nothing we can fix. It's just how we are. I don't want us to argue for hours on end. I don't want us to question each other's feelings or motives. I just want to be able to love you and be with you."
"Ok. I don't know about you, but my thoughts still stand," he starts, rubbing at his face to dry his eyes, and you look at him confused, "I'm willing to put up with your shit for the rest of my damn life, all because I love you. Stay. Say you love me enough to put up with my shit, too."
You look at him through sad, wet eyes, and he's slowly thinking you don't want to love him and his bad habits anymore as you don't respond.
"I can't say, or do, anymore to stop you from leaving, Morgan. I'm sorry."
He steps to the side with more tears falling, his lip being pulled in between his teeth as he forces back sobs that are desperate to break through, and your feet are frozen to the floor.
"No. I'm sorry, Michael," you say, hot tears making their way onto your cheeks, and you look over at his broken state next to you, "I'm sorry that I love you so much and don't show it."
He looks over at you, his eyes holding all of the sadness in the world as he stares at you and waits for you to keep talking.
"I'm sorry that you're currently in pain as I threaten to leave you. I'm sorry that I make you feel like you're not enough for me, because you are. I love you. Every single bit of you, and I wouldn't change you for the world."
He steps towards you and cups your face, hand on your waist, as he pulls you up to his lips and kisses you deeply. You respond immediately, your hands going to his arms and holding him place so that he won't break the kiss.
"I love you," he mumbles against your lips, kissing you more and holding you close.
"I love you, Michael."