Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

About Last Night (M.C) PART 2

* A few days later *

YOUR POV

Over four days had passed by and every chance he'd used to contact me, I'd erased.

The phone calls? Ignored.

The text messages? Deleted.

Him getting in contact with friends? I didn't listen.

Him coming round to the house? I avoided him and was conveniently out.

After going by the local store and getting something for dinner, I decided to take a shower.

I wanted to just sit down and relax, have some me time and forget it all.

I'd tired to forget these past few days but it had seemed like an impossible task.

I didn't want the world to see me or my friends to see how I was coping.

They wouldn't understand, no one would.

I tried to fight the tears that fell, but it was impossible.

I couldn't fight them.

I stepped into the shower and stood under the steady stream of warm water.

I stayed there, I didn't move.

I allowed the water to pull me under and drown my feelings and emotions.

My tears were mixed with the water, making them almost invisible.

I didn't want to feel them, I didn't want to let myself know how hurt I was.

I reached for the shampoo and lathered my hair in the soapy liquid.

This was going to be a long shower.

I needed to be alone and the shower was my only escape.

Nobody could follow me in here.

I was staying.

I wouldn't leave for a while.

I needed this.

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HIS POV

"Where is she?" I demanded, as I stood at her door.

Y/B/F stood in the doorway, refusing to give me access to the house.

"If she isn't answering your calls or texts then she clearly doesn't want to see you Michael," she said.

She gripped the door tightly in her hand and I was determined to kick it open.

"I need to see her Y/B/F," I said. "Please, just let me in."

I was begging, pleading with her to let me in.

I needed her to sympathise with my pathetic self, and let me see her.

"I can't Michael. She doesn't want to see you," she sighed.

I gripped the doorway in my hands and my head dropped.

She was slowly killing me.

I knew she was mad at me but I didn't think it was fair.

She was the one who had left me and not stayed in the morning.

I had a feeling she felt awkward after what had happened, possibly even humiliated that she had slept with me.

And I didn't want to admit how badly that hurt me.

That night meant more to me than she seemed to understand.

And that was the main reason I was here.

After I'd been a dick and passed out on her that night, I'd woken half way through the night feeling guilty as fuck!

I'd watched her sleep, watching her breathing in and out.

It was such a beautiful thing, seeing her so peaceful and content.

I'd wanted to stay awake all night and wait for her to wake herself.

I was going to tell her how much that night had meant to me and begged her to let me take her out, try and get her to feel the same way.

But again like an idiot, I'd fallen asleep and missed her.

The way she had just left, probably running as far from me as possible, was what had broken me.

"I just need to speak to her Y/B/F. I need to explain," I sighed. "Please, let me explain."

She watched me, her eyes softening and her lips pulling down.

I knew I was getting through to her, melting the ice that she felt towards me.

She stepped aside, opening the door wider and allowed me to come in.

I smiled gratefully at her and began to walk inside, but she pushed me back, putting a hand to my chest.

"If you hurt her though Michael, you're gone. And I won't be doing this again," she warned.

I nodded, feeling slightly afraid of her and she backed up, letting me in.

"Where is she?" I whispered.

She pointed down the hallway, and I heard the shower running.

"She should be out soon," she acknowledged.

She took a seat on the sofa and switched on the TV.

I sat beside her, literally on the edge of my seat and rested my elbows on my knees.

My legs were shaking and I tried to hold them down with my elbows.

The shower shut off and I swear the air to my lungs did too.

I felt like I couldn't breath as I waited for her to enter the room.

I knew something was up because she had been ignoring and avoiding me.

And I knew she wouldn't be pleased to see me sat here in her living room.

I stood, preparing myself for her to enter the room.

The bathroom door opened and I heard her feet padding across the wooden floor.

She was almost here and I wasn't prepared.

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