Mother fvcking feels

951- Michael

Pairing: reader x Michael

Summary: you figure out an important lesson; something good comes from something bad.

A/N: you know its hard to be original when there's so many stories out there with so many great ideas. Pretty proud of how this turned out, hope you are too. This was all my original work so please dont take it. Ask me first and if i answer yes i want credit.
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New York was a beautiful place, but not once did you ever see the same face. Unlike this time you did. You seemed to see Michael everywhere you went. A pair of shoes that remind you of him, food, words. He was in everything and that didn't help you get over him. Its been 3 months. 3 months since he's last seen your face. 3 months since he's held you, talked to you, or even thought about you. He had better things to do. He said it wasn't working out that this was going nowhere. 'nowhere'. Like i was a bother. Just an extra life. Just someone to keep out of their hair. You thought this over as you tried to haul a cab to pick you up. It was all over the tabloids, the break up. Oh you took it hard. Behind closed doors you were a wreck. And every time you went out, you needed a disguise. But Michael, he took it like a champ. He was the one who ended it after all. He didn't care anymore, that's why you were living in a hotel until you found your own place, and right now you were going over to Michaels to collect the remains of you there from when he kicked you out with no warning or time to pack. You finally hauled down a taxi and swiftly got in, telling the driver the exact location of your ex boyfriends apartment. Turning your head out the window, you watched the pedestrians in scarves, coats and hats walk the streets of the Big Apple. You looked at the clock as you passed times square. (A/N: I AM SO SORRY IF I SPELLED IT WRONG OR SOMETHING) ( A/N: DO YOU THINK TIME...WOULD PASS ME BYYYY) it was around 6pm, so there was just enough traffic to get you into 'over analyze' mode. A mode you were always in to be honest. Was he going to be rude? Nice? Was he even going to invite me in and talk to me? These thoughts crowded your mind as you drove closer to the coffee shop on the end of the block you and Michael used to go to some mornings and meet fans. "Would you mind letting me out here? Thanks." you give him a 20 and tell him to keep the change. He pulls off and you roam the sidewalks of New York until you reached Michaels place. You didn't really want more time to think. You needed to make sure this was something you wanted to do. To see if you really wanted to see his face again. The face you've seen so many times before. A never fading photograph backed up in your head. You felt as that if you were to let go, you would lose yourself and you were debating whether this was a good idea or not. That's why you wanted to walk. To try and forget. But that wasn't happening any time soon. The freezing wet NY weather was the last of your worries. Your heart has always been cold ever since he left you. Dead. You thought about how short life was as mindless, rushing people bumped into you and you looked up at some of the Corporate buildings that meant so much to America and New York. You thought about how Michael meant so much more. You couldn't deny, you loved him so much and you didn't think you would ever stop. You looked up at the building you had so much memories in. You still remember all the pillow fights, fights, kisses, moans, and the room number. "951" you whispered. You had to get over him. Seeing him not care would get it through your thick skull that he doesn't want you. You still had his key but decided to knock instead. One. Two. Three knocks. "Its Y/N" your voice surprised you. It came out with such little emotion, hinting 'two can play this game' the complete opposite of how i really felt inside. "Use the key" he called out. Your eyes widened to the sound of his voice. You hadn't heard him in forever. It was just as it sounded like before. Just like last time you saw him... You held the key in your hand and observed it for the last time. The words 'Dorilton inc'. You felt its sharp ridges rub against your fingers. You slowly opened the door and looked inside cautiously. Its smelled so much like Michael. "Just look for your stuff. Should be in a box". This time he sounded congested and annoyed. He didn't even show his face or come out, i had no idea where he was. 'let's just get our stuff and get out of here' you thought to yourself and headed to the bedroom. "Wow...." you said to yourself. The bed looked like it hadn't been made in a month. There are stuffed animals from our relationship, my sweaters,and photographs all over the place. Photos of me... Photos of us. You picked one up of you and him, and he was kissing your cheek. Another one of your bare naked body being touched by Michaels perfect fingers. He had taken it for when "they went on the back roads with no Wi-Fi or connection". Then there was a picture of you, out in public...after the break up. You looked around and saw more recent pictures. "He's been following me...?" you whisper to yourself. You couldn't handle it. You quickly set the key on the dresser, found your box and rushed out the bedroom. You turned the corner and stopped abruptly, because there he was, standing in the living room, 3 feet away from you, eyes bloodshot red. He smelled like tears and alcohol. With a trembling lip and tears streaming down his face he quietly pleaded "please don't leave me".
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I've never seen him that way before. This was a totally new side of him and it worried me to death. This was the new face. This explains it all. The photos, the bed, his tone of voice, he missed me and has been thinking of me the whole time and i thought i was the only one. Sometimes you say things you don't mean. Do things you don't mean. Even mean things you don't say. Everyone makes mistakes. (A/N: everyone has those days ) Sometimes you have to let people go to get their attention. You have to love them enough to let them go so they can walk back to you. Safely into your arms. And that's exactly what Michael did. Suddenly everything didn't seem so bad. Suddenly you felt like you had another chance. Another opportunity. Because of this i didn't have to forget or stop loving Michael. I was right. I guess you never do see the same face twice.

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A/N: omg so that's my 2nd and i love it lol O.O i really hope you do too, i spent hours on this and it turned out perfect, just how i imagined it so that's always good. Like i said before dont take my work. Its 12:30 am and i have to get up in 5 hours to go to school and study for a test i forgot my study guide for yayy. Anyway this was fun writing and i hope it was fun reading. I always welcome requests comments and votes so if you do that, kudos to you Thanks, cya.