You and Michael were spending your Sunday evening walking in the park together. The sun was setting, the park was almost empty, and there was a comfortable breeze in the air. You and Michael had your hands interlocked with each other, and as he looked at you and gave you that warm smile of his, you couldn't help but smile back. It was moments like this where you wished you could just stop time and stay in that moment forever. It was perfect.
You were both talking and laughing and having a great time as you walked all the way down the pathway. Just as Michael had finished telling you another one of his silly jokes, you could hear the rapid shuffling of feet on the pavement and lots of shouting. You both looked at each other and turned around to see a swarm of paparazzi approaching you both. You gulped. You hated when the paparazzi arrived. They would always bring your confidence levels down by saying horrible things about you. Michael knew that, and he always tried to put a stop to it. He hated that they did that to you.
"Just hold my hand nice and tight, Y/N," he said, trying to calm you down, "we will be perfectly fine, I promise. Just try to ignore them, okay?"
You nodded, and held onto his hand really tight. Here we go.
Before you knew it, you were stuck in the middle of a huge mob of paparazzi. You began to get scared and freak out, and Michael could feel your shaking body against him.
"Don't worry, babe. Just hold my hand. Everything will be okay." he whispered in your ear while kissing the top of your head lightly. You felt slightly better, but you couldn't help but feel constant anxiety and stress due to all the shouting from the paparazzi.
"Hey, Y/N! What's it like being Michael's slut? Huh?" one guy asked and laughed, snapping photos of you two. You tried to brush it off, being used to having things like that said to you all the time by paparazzi. Michael, however, did not look very impressed.
"Don't worry, babe," you reassured him, "don't let it get to you. I'm fine." He looked at you and nodded. You both turned around and continued walking through the park, towards the direction of your shared apartment. Several blocks later, they were still following you, insulting you all the way.
"Y/N! You're such a whore!"
"Hey Michael! We all want to know, what do you see in Y/N? Is it her fat ass or her ugly face?!!"
"Y/N! We all know you're just an attention-seeking slut who's only with Michael for his money!"
They kept throwing them at you; insult after insult. You eyes began to water as you looked up at Michael. He noticed straight away, and his face grew angry. Really angry.
"HEY" he yelled as he turned around, coming face to face with the paps. "STOP BEING SO RUDE TO MY GIRLFRIEND. JUST LEAVE US ALONE."
"Um.... no. It's my job to come here and take photos of you two." one of then replied sarcastically.
"It's your job to take photos, not to be an asshole." Michael replied simply.
"Well, maybe I wouldn't have to be an asshole if you and your dumb ass girlfriend would let me take a proper photo," the guy replied, leaning close to Michael's face and snapping another picture.
Suddenly and without warning, Michael grabbed the guy's wrists and twisted them back, pinning him against the wall. You watched with wide eyes as Michael leaned in close to the guy's face.
"How's THIS for a proper photo?" he said as he grabbed the camera and took a photo of the guy's horrified expression. He then handed the camera back.
"Don't any of you EVER say things like that to her again, you understand!" Michael yelled at the mob of paparazzi while pointing at you. They all nodded.
"Good." he stated while walking away, resuming his position beside you. He gave you a sympathetic look.
"I'm so sorry they say things like that to you," he began to say.
"It's okay.. Thank you for doing that for me." you smiled at him, feeling so lucky to have someone like him.
"Anything for you, Y/N." he said, winking at you and smiling, as he put his arm around your waist. You both continued to walk back home.
