Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

About Last Night (M.C) PART 5

* A few days later *

YOUR POV

It's taken me so long to let my doubts go and stop myself from being scared of what I feel.

I've been scared to let go, scared that I'd later come to regret it.

But I allowed myself to let it go, I watched it float away and get lost in the storm that was raging within.

I was lost without him, but I couldn't allow myself to admit that.

He hadn't called or text, he'd just let me let go.

And I'd done the same thing.

I realised that love was a crazy thing and made us do foolish things.

And I'd allowed myself to be foolish as I fell.

I allowed myself to give everything to him, believing he'd take care of it and keep it safe.

But he'd dropped it all, stamped on it and left it to be broken at my feet.

I knew by now he'd be in America and wouldn't be able to visit me, even if he wanted to.

Not that he wanted to.

He obviously didn't care, that much was obvious.

I still had his schedule on my calendar, and I couldn't bring myself to delete it.

If he wanted to give me a chance, if he wanted to let me prove to him that I loved him more than anything, he would let me.

However, he didn't let me.

I was wasting my time with him.

A knock at the door broke me from my saddened thoughts and I slowly made my way to answer it.

The person on the other side was not who I expected.

And not who I wanted to see, even if I denied it.

I pushed the door shut, but his hand caught it and kept it open.

"Please let me in Y/N," he begged. "Let me explain."

"I don't want to hear it Michael," I lied. "I don't want this."

Everything I said was a lie, even my body knew that because my hands were becoming looser on keeping him out.

I wanted to let him in, and not just in the house.

I wanted to let him in my heart, but I couldn't.

It was now caged up and afraid to be exposed, again, to the amount of hurt he'd caused.

"Please," he pleaded softly.

I dropped back, stumbling, not able to keep him out.

"I'm sorry," he apologies.

"Don't do this Michael," I beg. "It's already difficult enough. I don't need to be hurt anymore."

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and it looked like I'd hurt him with my words.

"I deserve the chance to explain," he whispered.

"No, I can't let you do that," I disagree. "Leave please."

"You don't want that," he challenges, stepping closer.

"I do," I lie.

He steps even closer and presses his lips against mine.

Every part of me wants to let go, take away the wall that has been protecting me for so long and lose myself in his kiss.

But the smallest, most annoying part of me wants to keep myself locked away from him.

And my hands come to his chest pushing him away.

"Don't do that again," I warn, my shaky voice tipping off how unsure I am about that.

"It's unfair to mess with my feelings like that," I whisper.

"I'm not messing with your feelings," he cries. "And if you would let me explain, then you'd understand."

The begging behind his voice is killing me and I want more than anything to allow him to speak.

But I can't.

I shake my head and open the door.

"I want you to leave now," I say, my voice stronger than I'm feeling.

He stays where he is, refusing to acknowledge what I have just said to him.

"Leave," I seethe, opening the door wider.

He looks uncertain about his next move, as his body tilts from side to side.

But he suddenly sees the impatience on my face and pushes past me as he leaves, slamming the door shut.

I flinch at the sound and wonder how many times I've heard a door slam in the past week.

The answer?

Too many to count!

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