Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

About Last Night (M.C) PART 10

YOUR POV

He disappeared immediately from the stage and made a beeline for the bar.

He didn't sit beside me or even within a meter of where I sat.

He didn't look out for me, or smile in my direction.

He took himself away.

I was confused as I saw him sat there, why he didn't come and find me.

Instead he stays hidden.

I turn in my stool and face the bar, keeping my glass clutched tightly in my palms.

My fingers touch the condensation dripping from the glass, and wipes at the fallen water.

"Are you going to speak to him or shall I?" Y/B/F asks as she takes a seat beside me.

"Neither," I mumble.

"You need to go talk to him. He clearly wants to see you," she acknowledges.

I spin around and glare at her.

"Oh does he? Because if he did he wouldn't be sat as far from me as possible," I snap.

She cringes at my tone.

"I'm sorry," I apologise, my tone softening.

She touches my hand and gives it a squeeze.

"Go talk to him. I really think he wants to speak to you but is afraid you'll tell him to leave again," she encourages me.

I sighed, knowing she was right, but afraid to do what I knew I had to do.

I pushed myself up from my stool, straightened out my dress and marched over there.

I pulled together the courage to go speak to him because I knew I'd regret it later if I didn't.

He clearly wasn't going to be the bigger person here and come speak to me.

So I had to do that for him.

I pushed all thoughts to the back of my mind, stopping myself from overthinking the matter.

I stood behind him, and I knew he heard me because his head pulled up.

He didn't look at me though.

He continued to stare straight ahead.

"What are you doing here?" I blurted, not really thinking of what I wanted to say.

"I knew the only way you'd listen is if I surprised you," he said dryly. "Which is why I'm here."

He chugged down his drink, draining the glass and slammed it down on the bar top.

He looked over his shoulder at me, with a small smile.

"You wouldn't answer my calls or texts. You wouldn't answer your door. You wouldn't let me explain," he sighed.

I look at him, seeing the broken man that sits before me.

And I realise, this is all because of me.

I've made him this way because I refused to let him explain.

This is all my fault.

"I'm sorry Michael," I apologise. "I shouldn't have been so cruel to you. I should have given you a chance."

I pull out the stool beside him and climb onto it, as he shakes his head.

"You had every right to do that," he disagrees.

The bar tender comes over and takes his glass.

As he begins to walk away, I call him back over.

"Can he get another of those," I ask. "And one for me too."

He nods with a smile and walks off to get our drinks.

Michael looks at me, a hopeful look in his eyes and I smile.

"How about I give you that chance," I suggest.

"I don't know where to start," he says, scratching the back of his neck.

I wait patiently, watching him as his face changes from joking to serious.

"I've always liked you Y/N," he starts.

I feel my heart begin to race, as the words I've always dreamt of hearing fall from his lips.

"Always," he whispers.

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