(Not edited! Sorry!)
*Y/N's P.O.V*
I walked around the house, picking up Michael's dirty laundry and trash.
"Damn it Michael..." I groaned, carrying a whole LOAD of dirty socks, dirty underwear, and God knows what else.
I hear yelling in the game room, signaling that Michael is playing on his damn video games again.
I decided to teach him a lesson...
I threw all his clothes around the house, even his clean clothes I JUST washed. I go to the kitchen and grab a jar of Nutella, smearing it all over the kitchen. I take one more hour to mess up the whole place before packing a week worth of clothes.
I decided to not write him a note. Make him worry because every night he goes out and I stay up VERY late to wait for him!?
I bring my bag to my car, and drive off to some motel.
*Michael's P.O.V*
I decided I wanted to go eat something, so I shut off my game system and walked out to a TRASHED house.
"Y/N!" I yelled.
No answer...
I panic a bit and search through the house.
"Where the hell is she!?" I whispered to myself.
'Maybe....if I clean the house right now....she might've went out for a walk due to me being a lazy ass...later today she might be back! Happy!' I thought at I grabbed all my dirty laundry and shoved it in the washer.
I turned it on and ran back upstairs to the kitchen. Cleaning up all the mysterious Nutella. The whole day was spent cleaning everything
Once I got done, I sat back down on the couch and looked at the clock. My eyes bulged out as the time read, 11:00 P.M.
She's not here....
I start to tear up a bit....what if she....broke up with me!?
"I'M SORRY!" I screamed to nothing.
"Why did I have to be such a slob..." I whispered to myself.
I cry myself to sleep, hoping she will be here in the morning.
*Y/N's P.O.V*
I drove back home because I forgot my charger for my phone.
I parked in the driveway and slowly unlocked the door, making sure Michael doesn't wake up.
I walk in to see him on the couch, cuddling with a pillow. Eyes red and puffy. Cheeks tear-stained and his skin is a bit pale.
"Michael! What happened to you?" I asked, a bit sympathetically.
He shot his head up and jumped onto me. Hugging me tight.
"DON'T LEAVE ME! I PROMISE TO CLEAN UP AFTER MYSELF! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!" He yells, begging.
I sit us both up and take him in my arms, letting him cry for a bit.
"Aw...Mikey. It's ok! Did you learn your lesson Clifford?" I asked.
He nodded frantically.
I sigh and get up, grabbing my bag from the car and bringing it in.
"Y-you're staying?" Michael sniffled.
"Of course silly! Let's order pizza and watch some horror movies!" I cheered.
He laughed and hugged me tight, kissing my lips softly.
"I love you Y/N." He said, leaning his forehead onto mine.
"I love you too Mikey."
Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted AT ALL, but don't worry! I have a Louis Tomlinson fight imagine coming soon! Also, I will be willing to take requests! I'm working on one right now! Just tell me the guy you would like and the scenario! Also, tell me your beautiful name! If not because of safety reasons, then you don't have to! Give me like, a nickname! Or a fake one! Anyways, I'm gonna sleep! Night!
