Studying blows. After a long ass day in the library you had a pounding headache and just wanted to leave but your exam was in three days and you knew if you didn't study for as much as humanly possible you would most definitely fail it.
You had felt your phone vibrating in your pocket a couple of times but right now cramming revision for this exam was the most important thing and you had told yourself that you couldn't let anyone distract you but the temptation was too huge to resist anymore so you had to check your phone.
*9 new messages*
Michael: hey baby dolls face i miss u so much
Michael: I miss ur sweet ass jiej
Michael: dude i drank sso much tonihyt
Michael: why did we evre breake up/
Michael: losing u wad worse fhan when i lost mg daniel
Michael: lols i just pukeds on luke kajjdl
Michael: hey imma make ur hotline bling hahGhah im sah funny
Michael: I still love u
Michael: I miss u
You stared at you phone screen in disbelief. Was it just the alcohol talking or did he really miss you and still love you? Your break up was awful and it had only been two months, it had ended so fast... Just one argument about him being so miserable and always complaining and you'd had enough of it, a massive argument had ensued and he'd walked out and not came back.
You needed to get outside and get some fresh air and let your head clear but as soon as you got outside your phone started to ring. It was Michael.
"Hello." You answered nervously.
"Its me!" Michael laughed heavily into the phone and you couldn't help smiling a little
"Why are you calling me?"
"Because I miss you princess." He said sloppily. "Where are you?"
"I'm at library. Please stop calling me."
He paused and there was silence over the phone for a split second. "Wait. The library near McDonalds? I'm right around the corner!" His voice was full of excitement and as surely as he sounded you saw him round the corner of the street, he half ran to you and dived at you, engulfing you in a massive hug. What was going on?
"Please get off me." You squirmed uncomfortably under his giant grasp.
"Don't you miss me baby?" His eyes were bright and his hair was fluffy and sticking out in every direction.
"Now is not the time to have this conversation Michael. You're drunk off your ass." You looked at him disapprovingly and the excited puppy look on his face fell.
"I'm not that drunk."
"Michael you're swaying, you literally can't stand still."
"I needed a drink to get up the nerve to talk to you. I miss you Y/N."
"You've already said that." You didn't know how to speak to him. What were you supposed to say? "Please not now."
"I wanna get back together." He confessed and looked down at his feet which were covered in some sort of pink liquid, you didn't want to ask what it was.
"I can't do this Michael." You were starting to feel the urge to cry but you wouldn't let him see you cry for him. He didn't know how long you'd spent crying over him and you weren't about to show him. In truth, the break up had broken you, literally. You'd spent a solid two weeks not getting out of bed and living off of cold leftovers and ice cream and it still hadn't felt any easier.
"I love you Y/N, I haven't stopped." He was sobering up now and you felt the sincerity but you couldn't do this.
"I can't... I have to get home..." You said quickly and before he could say anything else you rushed off, not caring about the books you'd left out in the library, you just had to get away from the situation and get home, you needed to think about this.
