Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 1 Too Late To Apologise (M.C)

* Y/N stands for your name *
* Y/B/F stands for your best friends name*

* The morning after the party *

YOUR POV

I woke up beside him and didn't stay.

I awoke to see him lay beside me and at first I thought nothing of it.

That was until I stepped out of the bed and noticed my lack of clothing.

I took a peek at him, and of course his clothes were nowhere to be seen.

I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking back to that night, trying to put together the missing puzzle pieces.

And then I remembered.

I remembered the heat, the passion and the love that was poured into that one night.

But then I remembered that all those feelings were only felt from me.

For him, it was just another night, another girl, another meaningless fuck.

And I didn't want to be just that, I wanted to be more.

As I pulled on my clothing that was scattered around the hotel room, more pieces were slotted into place.

And I began to feel utterly humiliated.

I remembered sobbing after it, literally shaking with sobs as I spilled every single feeling I'd ever had for him.

And I hoped he'd comfort me and tell me he felt the same, or at least make sure I knew I wasn't a complete fool.

He hadn't.

He'd smiled at me with his drunk, sleepy smile and told me to shush and just come to bed.

He passed out as I'd calmed down and crawled in beside him.

I'd snuggled up to his body anyway and slept in his arms as I'd cried myself to sleep.

And that's how I'd left it.

I hadn't explained myself when I was finally sober.

I hadn't apologised for crying and making things awkward.

I'd just left.

I had gone.

And I wasn't going back.

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* A few days later *

YOUR POV

Over four days had passed by and every chance he'd used to contact me, I'd erased.

The phone calls? Ignored.

The text messages? Deleted.

Him getting in contact with friends? I didn't listen.

Him coming round to the house? I avoided him and was conveniently out.

After going by the local store and getting something for dinner, I decided to take a shower.

I wanted to just sit down and relax, have some me time and forget it all.

I'd tried to forget these past few days but it had seemed like an impossible task.

I didn't want the world to see me or my friends to see how I was coping.

They wouldn't understand, no one would.

I tried to fight the tears that fell, but it was impossible.

I couldn't fight them.

I stepped into the shower and stood under the steady stream of warm water.

I stayed there, I didn't move.

I allowed the water to pull me under and drown my feelings and emotions.

My tears were mixed with the water, making them almost invisible.

I didn't want to feel them, I didn't want to let myself know how hurt I was.

I reached for the shampoo and lathered my hair in the soapy liquid.

This was going to be a long shower.

I needed to be alone and the shower was my only escape.

Nobody could follow me in here.

I was staying.

I wouldn't leave for a while.

I needed this.

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This is just the first part of a rather long Michael imagine. Comment and let me know what you think of the beginning - Meg