Michael Jackson Imagines

Another Fight

Sorry guys. You're probably getting annoyed with all the fight imagines but I promise soon will be happy ones.

Your pov;
Michael is working on his album Bad and he's been hard at work in the studio. He's a perfectionist so he works himself pretty hard until he gets the result he wants.

I feel bad that he never relaxes and he gets up so early and goes to bed super late.
I haven't been spending much time with him lately so I decide to check on him.

I made his a home cooked dinner to cheer him up and to get him relaxed, and so I could see him.

I knock on the door to the studio. "Michael?" I ask.

"Y/n I'm super busy right now please let me work." He says.

I roll my eyes and sigh loudly so he hears it. "I never see you, can you please come out or let me in." I say.

"Don't come in please. I told you I need to work." He stammers.

"You know what that's it." I say barging in the door.

"Michael I'm sick and tired of you pushing me away. We never talk anymore because you're so busy." I say holding back tears. I cross my arms and give him an evil glare.
"I'll be upstairs if you even care since you're never around." I say walking out of the studio.

I don't hear Michael leave the studio so he obviously doesn't care, which make me even more angry.

Michaels pov;
I wrap up things in the studio and about 5 minutes after y/n came to talk to me I came running out to talk to her.

I felt bad, but at the same time I don't think she understands the pressure I'm under to get this album right.

"Y/n?" I say knocking on our bedroom door.

"Go away. I need to be alone." She says.
"Hey. I want to talk so please let me in." I say banging on the door louder.

Soon the door flings open and y/n has a pillow in her hand.

"I'm sleeping in the other room tonight for obvious reasons." She says about to cry.

"Baby please don't. I want to be with you." I say holding on to her and hugging her tightly, but she doesn't hug me back.

"Michael I'm sick and tired of you never being around." She says wiping away her tears.

"Baby I'm so stressed with this album I don't think you understand." I say caressing her face.

She looks away and moves my hands from her face.

"I'm sick of you saying that. I'm stressed that you...." Y/n stutters unable to say what she wants.

"That I what?" I asks curiously looking at her sincerely, her beautiful chocolate brown eyes beam into mine making me want to melt into her arms.

"That you....I don't know...don't like me anymore and that you just keep pushing me away." She says covering her face with her hands, so I can't see her tears.

"Baby... Come here. I would never leave you." I say pulling her into a hug.

"I'm still sleeping in the other room. I just feel a mix of emotions." She says, which makes me annoyed.

"Whatever y/n. Whatever makes you happy." I say sarcastically knowing she'll catch on.

She pulls out of the hug. "I'm not doing this in spite of my happiness. I'm doing this because you confuse me with your mixed emotions and it leaves me confused about where I stand in your extremely busy life." She says walking away.

"Goodnight Mr. Jackson." She says walking into the other room slamming the door.

"Goodnight baby." I say, but I know she's not listening.

I walk back into our room and change into my pajamas. I hop into bed, but it takes a little while to sleep without y/n, but I eventually fall asleep.

Your pov;
"You will no longer see your husband again." A man says as he stabs Michael to death.

I wake up in terror.

"Michael!" I scream bursting into tears. The sight of him not next to me brings more tears to my eyes.

Soon I hear loud footsteps and the door burst right open.

"Y/n, baby." He says concerned laying down next to me holding me tight.

"What happened. Are you alright?" He says, while stroking my head.

"No. I had a really bad dream that someone killed you and tried to kill me." I say.

"That's terrible baby." Michael says as he moves his body so that I'm laying on top of him.

"Thank you for coming in and helping me." I say as he plays with my hair.

"Ofcourse. I love you and I'll always be here for you." He says.

"I love you too." I say back smiling.
Soon you both fall asleep, but you feel Michael get up.

"Hey where are you going?" I mumble reaching out for his arm.

He holds my hand and kisses it. "I'm going back to my own bed, I know we're still in this fight and in the morning I don't want you to be confused." He says.

"Michael I forgive you please. Just come back." I beg.

"Anything for you baby." He says getting back in bed. "I'm sorry for our fight." He says wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm sorry too." I say.

Soon we both fall asleep peacefully in eachothers arms.