5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines & Preferences

Michael (part 2)

People chatted as they walked past you. You kept your head down, pushing the trolley further and keeping your head down as you shopped for groceries. It'd be 3 months since you had kicked Michael out and you were sure you were getting worse. You hated yourself for it. He hurt you. He betrayed you. And yet you still wanted to be with him. You stood, your eyes tiredly sifted through the products until you found the one you wanted. Slowly you continued pushing me the trolley, brushing a loose hair that had come away from your ponytail. Over the past months of being alone, you hadn't eaten properly or spoken to anyone. Your eyes were dull and lifeless, and your sockets were dark.

"Y/n?" A soft voice called out. You stiffened, recognising the voice in a heartbeat.

"Michael..." You whispered, breathlessly, not trusting yourself to turn around and look at the man who had ripped your heart out and stomped on it. If you turned around now, there was no going back. You glanced at the ring that sat on your finger and closed your eyes, squeezing them. Hoping that this was just a dream and any second now you'd wake up, crying and feeling isolated from the world. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you turned around. Your fingers grilling tightly on the shopping trolley and your knuckles going white from the pressure.

Michael stood in front of you. Black hair ruffled as if he had spent all his time threading his fingers through his hair in distress and his lips pink from where he had constantly been biting them in stress. His green eyes pierced yours, and as you looked closer you saw how ill he looked. His pale skin somehow paler than before.

"How are you?" He asked nervously, you looked down, fumbling with a loose thread on your hoodie.

"How does it look like I'm doing?" You hissed, tears prickling in your eyes. Michael looked away, ashamed.

"Was I never good enough for you Michael? Did you ever love me?" You whispered, your knuckles clenching once more. Michael stared at you, almost debating what to say to you.

"You were always too good for me Y/n. I couldn't handle the fact that someone as amazing as you would go out with somebody like me." He looked down, ashamed and you stared at him. Trying got figure out if he was lying or not. He stepped forward and you sucked in a breath nervously, he looked up. His green eyes locked with yours, and tears brimmed in your eyes. 

"That's pathetic Michael!" You shook your head. "You always knew that you could do so much better than me, I always knew you'd find someone else who could make you happier than I could. It just hurts more that you fucked my sister." You wiped the stray tear that fell down your face, shaking your head before turning around and pushing the trolley forward. 

"Y/n?"  Michael called out. You turned around, facing Michael once more. Tears glistened in his eyes, you stared at him blankly, forcing him to guess the emotions you were feeling. "Please can we talk about this?" You looked around, watching as a mother pulled her bratty child down the isle. 

"Meet me at my house in twenty minutes." You whispered, hurrying off to the tills. 

*Twenty minutes later* 

You pulled the knitted sweater closer to your body, Michael was sat on the edge of your sofa, running his hands through his hair. 

"I wasn't thinking Y/n, I was so scared of being everything you didn't want that I just saw your sister and couldn't hold myself back." You sat in silence, blinking. 

"It was the worst fucking decision I have ever made, please Y/n..." The tears began falling down his face and he hiccuped. "I love you baby, I'm so sorry." He covered his face with his hand, before going down on his knees in front of you, begging. You were taken aback, watching as the man you love break down in front of you. You grabbed his shoulders, bringing him forward and connecting your lips. A sense of relief washed over you and you felt like the part of you that was missing returned. 

"I forgive you Mikey..."