5sos Preferences And Imagines

#10.4 He Hits You: Michael

Currently 0 ideas for this going through my head. Let's just take a moment to appreciate Michaels gorgeous face ^^
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The evening air blew through the window, sending chills down your spine. You walked to the window, closing it and pulling your hands into your sweater. Where is Michael? You wondered.

"Speak of the devil," you called as the door slammed shut. There was no reply, and you turned to see a fuming Clifford tugging at his hair. "Are you okay?" You asked, walking up to him.

He just grunted. "Stupid band," he growled. "Fucking frustrating is all it is!"

"What's wrong?"

"Never you fucking mind!" He yelled at you.

"Michael?" You said worriedly. You didn't like it when he was so upset, especially when he was supposed to be relaxing at home, free from tour.

"Shut up!" He yelled in your face this time.
Your lip quivered, and your breathing accelerated.
"What is it now?" He groaned. "Why the fuck are you being so annoying?! I come home from a stressful day, and I have to deal with this?!" He was in your face, and you just noticed the strong reek of alcohol.

He was drunk.

By the smell of it, really drunk.

And really pissed.

"You're drunk," you whispered, your voice was wavering fearfully. He's broken things before when he was drunk, but luckily, he hasn't broken your face yet. Yet.

"So what?!" He screamed, storming over to you. You took several steps back, and he glared at you, getting into your face. "Why are you so fucking annoying?! Stop backing away from me! I have to go through a stressful day and then come home to you! You're a fucking bitch, and you're a huge burden! It's one thing after another! I have enough to deal with!" He screamed, punching your nose and knocking you to the floor. Your nose erupted in blood, soaking your shirt and getting on Michael's hand.

If that wasn't enough, he kicked you repeatedly before storming a few feet from you. Bruises were forming all over your body, and you were bleeding and crying. You shakily made your way to your feet, and you wobbled to the kitchen to grab your purse, phone, and house key.

"I-I'm going to C-Calum's house," you breathed, walking out the door and to your car. You heard Michael scream a few insults at you before you blocked him out, texting Calum to let him know you were coming and explaining at his house, and you started the car to slowly make your way to Calum's place.

You knocked on the door weakly, and you heard Calum stop pacing to open the door. He gasped and covered his gaping mouth with his shaky hand. "Oh my gosh," he gaped. He helped you inside, and he closed and locked the door.

He led you into the bathroom, and he began treating your wounds as well as he could. "Who did this to you?!" He demanded, getting protective like an older brother. You bit your cut lip, wincing and shaking your head instead. Calum dropped his hand from your face, where he was treating your nose, and he looked at you in shock. "Michael did this?" He asked. You nodded. "Why?!"

"H-he," you started, your voice quiet and shaky, and your lip started to hurt and bleed again from talking. Calum sighed, and he told you to explain everything, so you did, from the moment Michael walked into the door.

"I can't believe he did that," Calum growled as he finished cleaning your cuts and bruises.

"Me neither," you sighed. "I love him, but I just..." You started to cry, and Calum wrapped you in a hug. "...I just don't know if I can..."

"Ssssh, it's okay. Just give him time before you say something like that, alright?" He whispered in your ear, and you nodded. He hugged you tighter before letting you go, and he took his phone from his back pocket. "I'm going to text Ashton and Luke to tell them to come over, okay?"

You nodded, and he texted Ashton and Luke in a new group chat, including the details, and the boys arrived ten minutes later. They both took turns embracing you tightly and apologizing, even though they didn't do anything to hurt you.

"I'm sure he didn't do it in purpose," Luke said softly in his deep, knowing voice.

"I know, but I'm scared to go back," I said shakily.

"You can stay here tonight until he sobers up in the morning," Calum said kindly.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Do you want one of us to go with you tomorrow?" Ashton asked.

"I-I don't know. Can one of you guys, like, stand behind the front door while we talk? In case something goes wrong."

"Yeah, we can. If it's all clear, we'll leave you two alone for a while," Ashton nodded.

"Thanks, guys. I knew I could count on you," you said sadly.

"Anytime," Luke smiled sympathetically.

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In the morning, you woke up to the boys already up and ready to settle your "Michael trouble."

"Let's go," you sighed, getting to your feet, and you and the boys climbed into Ashton's car.

You all drove to your house, and Ashton got out of the car with you, hiding behind the door.

You opened the unlocked door, and the house was silent, setting you on edge and sending chills down your spine. You walked tensely into your house's unwelcoming atmosphere, and you stepped lightly, making no noise and looking for any signs of your boyfriend.

"Mic-" you started, but stopped as you heard small weeping noises coming from your kitchen. You tip-toed over to the dining room, and you peeked around the corner to see a trashed room with a boy curled up in the middle of the chaos. You set you purse, keys, and phone down on the table silently, and you stepped lightly over to the hot mess on the floor. "Michael," you whispered, putting a gentle hand on this tense shoulder.

He gave no acknowledgement, and you pushed some of his hair to the side, but he still didn't move.

"I-I'm so s-sorry," he whispered. "I'm so, so sorry!"

"Sh, sh, sh," you said softly. "It's alright, babe. I still love you."

"I didn't mean to hurt you," he whimpered.

"I know," you nodded.

He lifted his face to look at you, and you almost collapsed in tears just seeing his pained, distressed face. Tearstained cheeks, red nose and eyes, and quivering lip. You wiped away his tears, and you sat down beside him, caressing his cheek. He just stared for a second before leaning in and kissing the hell out of you.

"I love you," he mumbled against your lips, pulling you onto his lap in a strong embrace.

"I love you, too, Mikey."