5SOS Imagines vol. 2

When You're Drunk-MC

a/n: hey guys! hope youre all doing well. here's the question of the day!

QOTD: What's your fav tattoo on Michael and/or Calum?

AOTD: On Mikey... i cant decide between his "to the moon" tat or the bands he has on his right arm. And on Calum my fav is the roman numerals he has because it represents the band and he has it for life meaning he has those friends for life and that makes me melt inside aha

HIS POV

I had lost my girlfriend in the crowd of people. It wasn't like her to be like this. She rarely gets drunk. And when she was like this, I never let her out of my sight. But today I let my eyes wander for two seconds to check the time and then she was gone.

I searched the entire room for her until I found her cornered by a tall, buffed out guy. (y/n) looked like she was struggling to get out of his presence, but he had her pinned to the wall. My blood boiled. I stomped over to the man that was abusing my girlfriend and pulled him away from her.

"Back off my girl, asshole," I spat at him.

He looked at me with hard eyes. "She was asking for it. Slurring words and such."

"Maybe she was trying to tell you she has a boyfriend? And the key word should have been 'slurring'. She's drunk, and she doesn't normally get drunk. She doesn't know what she's doing."

He continued to stare at me. "How do I know you're actually her boyfriend?"

Something inside me snapped and I grabbed the man's arm and held him in a lock. I was almost positive I would fracture his bones if he struggled anymore. "Look, buddy. She is my girlfriend. She belongs to me."

"Be careful, Mikey," I heard (y/n) whisper, suddenly sounding sober.

"I know, baby." I said to reassure her. I saw Luke and Ashton walking over in our direction. "Okay, (y/n), I want you to leave the building with Ash and Luke. I'll be out in a few minutes." I watched as (y/n) stumbled toward Ashton and Luke. She tripped a bit, but Luke had caught her and helped her walk outside. "As for you," I said to the man. "I won't break your arm this time, but if I find you tormenting my girl, or any other innocent lady in here again, I won't hesitate to rip off a limb." I released the guy and watched as he hurried away to his group of friends.

I then walked outside to find my friends. Luke was standing with his arm around (y/n)'s shoulder. My baby looked like she was ready to collapse, so I was glad Luke had been holding her up. Ashton approached me and said, "She might have a couple bruises here and there, but other than that she seems okay physically. Mentally, I have no idea. She won't talk but I think that is because she's intoxicated."

"Okay. Thank you, guys. You really helped a lot."

"Any time," Luke said. He gently untangled himself from (y/n) who was clutching to him for safety. I put my hand out for her to take and she took it quickly. I pulled her into me and held her there. A few seconds passed before I asked, "You ready to go home?" She nodded her head slowly and I helped her to the car.

The drive home was relatively silent. The only noise was the faint sound of Nirvana on the radio, and (y/n)'s quiet yawns. I glanced over at her every now and then. She looked exhausted. I don't blame her. Honestly, I blame myself for what happened.

Once I pulled into the drive, I turned the car off and looked over to find that (y/n) was asleep. I sighed, but smiled to myself because she always look so cute and innocent when she was sleeping. I got out of the car and walked to her side. I opened the door gently, making sure she wouldn't fall out. I kissed her lips softly to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered a bit, then she landed them on me. "We're home, baby girl," I told her in a hushed voice. She nodded and I proceeded to help her out of the car and into the house. By now she was able to walk on her own, slowly but surely. She made her way to the bathroom where I assumed she was taking off all her make up. I took this time to change into my sleep wear which just consisted of a random shirt, and my boxers.

I walked back to the bathroom to find (y/n) standing there staring at herself in the mirror. She had her pajamas sitting on the counter, but they hadn't been touched since she walked in here. I turned her from the mirror and forced her to look at me. I kissed her forehead and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I think so. I don't feel like throwing up, at least."

"That's good, but I meant with what happened," I said gently.

"Oh that..." she said and looked down. "Yeah. Thank you for saving me, by the way."

"I'll always save you, (y/n). Never think that I won't."

She nodded, but added, "I'm such an idiot. None of this would have happened if I didn't get drunk."

"Everyone is entitled to getting wasted once in a while."

"I know, but part of me wishes I hadn't."

"I know, baby. But don't worry about it. Everything is going to be fine," I said and slipped her shirt off. She unclasped her bra, and I helped her slid her pajama shirt on. She turned away and stepped into her pajama pants. I pulled her back into me and held her from behind. "You're beautiful," I told her. "Don't forget that."

"Thank you, Michael," she whispered softly.

"Let's get some sleep." We made our way to the bed. She got in first, and then I followed. I pulled her into me once we were settled under the blankets. She rested her head on my chest, nuzzling her nose into the fabric of my shirt.

"I love you, Mikey," she whispered, sleep clearly taking over her.

"I love you, too, Princess." I kissed the top of her head before I fell into a deep sleep myself.