5SOS Imagines vol. 2

Hate-MC request for @AsleepNextToYou

a/n: here you go! hope you like it @AsleepNextToYou

YOUR POV

I was done with it. All the hate had finally gotten to me. Months and months I have been dealing with this. Why did fans care so much about a band member's private life anyway? I guess because, like me, they all hoped that they would have been the ones dating Michael. But then again, if they really cared about him and loved him, wouldn't they want him to be happy?

I guess i just figured that if Michael decided he was happy with someone other than them, that he couldn't be happy at all.

And I had had enough of it. I couldn't retaliate. Even if I responded with the most sarcastic remark, they'd still find ways to shoot me down. The hate along with school, family issues, and just overall not being okay with myself had taken its toll on me. Michael wasn't supposed to be home for another hour so I decided I'd relieve some of the pain. I stood up and walked into the bathroom, bringing my phone with me. I continued to look at the twitter comments. I couldn't stop. They all wanted me dead. They didn't think that I was good enough for Michael. And maybe they were right.

I took the blade I had hidden in the bottom drawer out. I do this often. Not often often, but its been worse with the hate directed at me. The hate piles up more and more every day. I rolled the sleeve up on my left arm. There were already cuts there, two days healed. I took the blade and set the sharp edge against my skin.

"You're worthless. The fans are right. You're not good enough for Michael. You don't deserve him. They all want you dead. Maybe its better off that way." I turned the blade, ready to cut vertically, when I heard a voice shout.

"(y/n), stop!" I turned to see Michael. Why was he home? He knelt down next to me and took the blade, flushing it down the toilet. My arm only had a little bit of blood trickling out. It was just from the contact of the corner being pushed when I jumped at Michael's voice.

I just looked at him. I felt numb now. "Why are you home?"

"You're worried about why I'm home? (y/n), you just tried to... babe, why?" I let my eyes wander over to my phone where it sat on the tiled floor unlocked. Michael picked it up and looked at it. His eye brows furrowed as he read the content on the screen. He then dropped my phone and picked up his. Seconds later, I got a twitter notification that Michael had tweeted something.

"@michael5sos: you guys are disgusting. I've seen what you say to my girlfriend. Anyone that wants my sunshine to kill herself is no fan of mine."

I read the text on my screen and my eyes began to tear up. I dropped my head and just stared into my lap. Michael took a wet cloth and placed it on my wrist. It stung at first, but the warm, damp material started to sooth my wound. He made sure that it had stopped bleeding, then examined my other cuts. He lifted my right arm to check for anything, and was relieved to see it clean. "Any other parts of your body that you have mutilated that I need to know about?"

I nodded. "Just my thighs, but that was a long time ago so they're just scars now."

"Look at me," he said and tilted my head up. "The fans are jealous. The fans are rude, and cruel. Not all of them are, but some of them can just be ruthless when it comes to bullying. You cannot let it get to you, okay? Nothing they say is true. They don't know you, they don't know me, they don't know how happy you make me. I love you so so much," he said and kissed my lips softly.

"But you love your fans."

"I do. But when they are mean to someone, especially my girlfriend, I will not hesitate to say something about it."

I nodded. "Thank you."

"You mean more to me than they do. And you know that. All that shit you said before I walked in, its not true. You are good enough. Better than good enough. And if anything, it is I that doesn't deserve you. So please, please, please don't ever hurt yourself again. I can't afford to lose you."

"I love you, Michael."

"I love you too, Princess. Now, let's go to bed. It's late and I'm exhausted."

"Okay," I smiled.

Michael walked down stairs and brought me glass of water. I changed into a tank top and some fuzzy pajama pants, then crawled into bed with him.

"Goodnight, baby girl. I love you."

"I love you too," I said and snuggled into his side, falling asleep almost instantly.