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The One With The Fight and The Nightmare (Michael)

mikeyy

"You can sleep out here tonight," you said and set down a blanket and a couple pillows on to the couch.
"Aw, babe, c'mon. Don't be like this, you know what the couch does to my back," I whined. "I said I was sorry."
"I don't care, Michael. You should've thought about your damn back before you were being an asshole," you snapped. "Good night."
You turned on your heel and stormed down the hall to our bedroom and slammed the door behind you. I let out a groan and sat down on the couch. I ran my hands through my hair and pulled on it slightly.
This was just great. Never mind the fact that you were still mad at me even after I apologised but now I have to sleep on the sofa. I picked up the remote and scanned through the channels before settling on a random action movie. I wiggled out of my jeans and tried to get comfortable on the couch.
I switched between watching TV and messing around on my phone until about 3am when I heard you calling from our bedroom. I brushed it off because talking in your sleep is something you always do. Gradually your mumbles got louder and clearer.
"Please, no! Let go of me! Michael! Help!" You yelled.
You were having a nightmare. I glanced down the door and bit my lip. Should I go to you or not? You were calling out for me but you were asleep, you didn't know we were still arguing.
"Fuck it," I mumbled, throwing the blanket off my bare legs and going to the bedroom. I couldn't bear to here you crying out like that.
You were a tangle of sheets in the middle of the bed. Your hair was stuck to your forehead with sweat and tears were squeezing their way out of your eyes that were screwed shut. I sat beside you and pushed your hair off your forehead.
"(Y/N), wake up," I said and shook your shoulders gently. Nothing. You kept shouting. I shook you a little harder. "C'mon, baby, it's me. You're having a nightmare. Wake up."
Your eyes shot opened and started looking frantically around the room for any signs of danger. Your eyes landed on mine and you let out a sob. You wrapped your arms around my neck and clung on to me like a koala bear. I held you close and rubbed your back.
"It's okay, you're okay. It was only a dream, it wasn't real. I've got you, I've got you," I mumbled while you let out your sobs.
After you had calmed down, I held you at arms length and wiped away any stray tears that were left on your cheeks.
"Do you want to tell me what your nightmare was about?" I asked.
"I-I was walking down the street to meet y-you for lunch and I was literally just across the street from the restaurant and-and I could see you, waiting outside for me. Then someone grabbed me from behind and started dragging me away and I was screaming for you and you wouldn't, you wouldn't turn around. I kept screaming for you but you would just keep fucking ignoring me. That's it, you woke me up before anything else happened," you explained.
"That's never ever going to happen, okay? I'll always protect you," I reassured you and kissed your forehead. "Try and get some more sleep, call me if you need anything."
"Where are you going?" You said, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"Back to the couch?" I said.
"Well, I was kinda hoping you'd wanna stay in here with me but you can go back out there if you want," you shrugged.
"No, baby, of course I want to stay here with you. I just thought you were still mad at me," I said and pulled you to lay down.
"Yeah, about that. I'm sorry for being such a bitch and getting angry at you for something so stupid," you said and kissed my cheek.
"True, you were being a bit of a bitch but I was being an asshole so I guess we're even," I chuckled and wrapped my arms around your waist.
"Yeah, I guess," you laughed and snuggled closer to me.
"Go to sleep, I'll be right here to protect you."