Michael was due to leave tomorrow and all you've done for the past four days was argue, just like now. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration, catching the sunlight from the window on your engagement ring. "I just don't know if I can deal being without you for another year and a half Michael! I mean we're getting married for fucks sake!" You yell. "Yeah, well lately I've been wondering if I should have even given you the damn ring! All you do is nag and complain and its annoying!" He yells back as your heart finally shatters its last pieces. He regrets proposing? You can't manage any words as a response so you simply walk to the bedroom, slamming and locking the door in the process. You slide down the door to the ground as the tears freely pour down your face. You knew things weren't great but you didn't know that he regretted everything you had. You didn't know he regretting wanting a future with you. You absentmindedly play with the locket around your neck, a habit of yours when being too emotional or stressed, as you stare down at the ring on your finger. What's gonna happen now?
(Michael's POV)
I run my fingers through my hair slightly pulling in frustration. I don't know why I said it. I really don't. All I know at this point is that the woman I love is in there broken thinking I don't want to marry her right now. And it's all because of my fuck up. What if she actually leaves me? I feel a drop on my hand and realize at that point I'm crying. Fuck Michael! Why are you such a fuck up?! I run my hands down my face and rest my chin on my palm. I glance up and notice our proposal picture sitting on top of the mantle in the frame (Y/N) had picked out. I slowly get up and walk over to pick it up. I stand holding it in my hand as I stare down at it with a sad smile. I remember the day perfectly. It was the Valentine's Day after our 3 year anniversary. I had the guys and her best friend (Y/BFF/N) help out with it. I made a scavenger hunt out of something that represented each of the 5 years we had known each other. Each one was from a favorite memory. I loved her from the minute I met her and it's just grown every day since. There was no way in hell I was losing that girl. I walk towards the bedroom, frame in hand, and begin knocking on the door. "Baby, I know you're upset. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't mean it. I love you so much it hurts. Please just open the door Kitten." I plead with her, my voice cracking at the end. It stays silent for about 5 minutes until I hear the lock turn and the door is opened slightly. I push it open enough to slide through. I look down to see my broken angel on the floor. Puffy red eyes, tear stained cheeks, and red nose. All because of me. "Aww baby. Come here." I whisper as I sit, pulling her into my lap. She doesn't resist as she clutches on to my shirt silently crying again. I rub her back as I whisper sweet nothings into her hair, trying to calm her. "Y-you d-don't w-w-want me a-anymore." She chokes out. My heart shatters at what I've done. "No princess, I do want you. More than anything. I didn't mean any of it. I was just upset. I'm sorry." I say as I wipe the tears away. "You regret wanting to marry me though. You don't want a future with me." She whispers against my chest. I lift her chin so that I'm looking her straight in the eye. "I didn't mean it. I never want you to think I don't want you. Listen to me (Y/N), this right here," I unhook her locket opening it to the picture of us on the night I first told her I loved her, showing it to her I say, "this is my past. You right here, right now. This is my present. And this girl right her in this photograph," I point to the proposal picture of us, "she damn well better be my future. Because if she isn't, someone might as well rip out my heart. This girl is my everything and I refuse to ever lose her or let her go. You understand?" I tell her in all seriousness as I kiss her temple, holding her close. "I understand. I love you Mikey." She whispers as she leans. I lean in pecking her lips softly, mumbling an "I love you too Kitten." I lift her up bridal style and carry her to the bed. "Alright darling, let's get some rest." I place her under the covers, climbing in behind her cuddling her close. I notice her holding her locket close as I kiss her temple, wrapping my arms around her, drifting off to sleep.
(Original POV)
You wake up to a kiss on your forehead. "Good morning darling. Time to get up." You hear Michael whisper. "No. Come back to bed and cuddle. I don't want to let you go." You groan, grabbing his hand in an attempt to pull him back to bed. "I know baby, but we have to leave soon. And I want to spend some time with y lovely fiancé." You smile because that word gives you butterflies every time. You slowly open your eyes to see Michael standing above you smiling. "Well hello there." You say with a laugh. "Hi, beautiful. Come on, time to get dressed." He says pulling you gently up and off of the bed. You sigh dreading what's coming but do as needed anyways. After getting ready and loading his luggage into the car, the two of you head out for the rest of your day. Michael drives to your favorite diner for you two to share a lovely breakfast together before you head to the airport. When you get to the airport, you park the car and head inside. Michael had already left early this morning to say goodbye to his parents, so you would be the only one there along with the other boys' goodbyes. You two walk inside hand in hand as you check his bag and meet with everyone else. Upon arrival, you see the boys saying goodbye to their families and girlfriends. Suddenly Michael pulls you to his chest. You feel the tears already beginning to form as he holds you close. You wrap your arms around his torso in an attempt to bring him as close as possible. For a while you just stand there silently crying and holding one another. "Michael it's time to go." You hear Calum say from behind. "Alright, just give me a minute." He says, still not releasing you. You hear footsteps as Calum walks to meet the others. Michael pulls back from you and wipes your cheeks with his thumbs as he holds your face. He kisses you sweetly yet passionately. After he breaks the kiss he says, "Remember what I said. Remember that night back on Sixth Street and remember that I'll come home to you and only you. I love you (Y/N). Just wait for me to come home." "I love you too Michael. I'd wait forever if I had to. Remember, I'm yours forever." You tell him with one last kiss to seal the promise before he walks off to board his plane with one last look back to the woman he considers home.
