Imagine | m.j

"Burning Fire" | part one

{Y/N = Your Name}

Burning Fire; part one

You come home from work, exhausted and tired from everything. You set your bag on the table, kick off your high heels and remove the tie from around your neck. Storming tiredly upstairs, you head into your bedroom and into the bathroom connected to it. You strip off all your clothes, apart from your bra and underwear then brush your teeth. After brushing your teeth, you let the bun in your hair loose and gather all your clothes, throwing them in the laundry basket before climbing quickly into bed. You shut your eyes and drift off to sleep.

~3.25am~

Your eyes shoot open to a faint tap on your window and you sit up. You switch on your lamp and look over out of the window, seeing no one there.

I must be hearing things.

You thought as you lie back down on your side and switch off the bedside lamp. A few minutes later, you hear the noise again, only this time louder. Getting even more confused, you decide to go check but this time you actually see someone. It's an unrecognisable man you think you've never seen before. He's saying something so you open your window to hear.

"Let me in." He whispers to you and you narrow your eyebrows in utter confusion. "Who are you?"

Who the hell is he? Am I dreaming?

"It doesn't matter, just let me in quick! It's an emergency! Keep your window open and I'll climb up!"

How could he get up? He can't possibly climb a gutter can he? Well, he might if I say yes and I'd like to see that but should I let him in? He's a stranger and why would I let a stranger in my room? But then again, what if he was a fireman or something and I was the nearest window? And he also said it's an emergency and if he says it's an emergency he's probably right isn't he? Someone could be in danger.

After thinking for a while, you grab a nearby dressing gown and wrap it around your body before eventually letting him in and to your surprise, he does in fact climb the gutter! He reaches the top, breathing heavily and staring up at you with piercing brown eyes. You help him in the window and sit him on the bed while you stare at him, taking in everything.

You could now see him clearly and you were right, you didn't know him. The man has light brown skin with a little brush of dirt over his cheeks and curly black, shortish hair. He's wearing a yellow helmet and a white t-shirt which also has dirt stains but you can see his muscles poking out of his t-shirt.

His face looks as if it's been carved by god himself with a set jawline and perfectly arched cheekbones. His pools of brown are stunning, staring straight into your eyes, his nose is small and cute and his lips are very sweet and look extremely kissable. There's no denying the fact that he's drop dead gorgeous!

Oh come on Y/N, you don't even know him!

"Who are you?" You ask a second time after examining him.

"My name's Jackson. Michael Jackson." He explains.

"Pleased to meet you Michael, I'm--"

"I know who you are." He interrupts getting up off your bed. He approaches you slowly and you find yourself taking small steps back until you feel yourself hit the wall. Once your back comes into contact with the wall, you feel like you're glued.

He's so close to you now that you could just reach out and touch him. His face was about two inches away from you so that you could smell his minty breath.

"W-what do you want?" You stutter, by now feeling slightly anxious.

"I want to put the fire out." He answers to which you just give him a confused look in return. "Look, I don't know you and you also said this was an emergency so you better explain what's going on. Is this some sort of joke?"

"It's no joke. This is all serious Y/N."

"How did you know my name?" You ask him in surprise, feeling your heart begin to thud in your ribcage like a wild animal.

He chuckles softly. "I know more than just your name Y/N. I also know that you're a beautiful woman and you got an amazing body." He whispers his hot breath hitting your ear making your knees go weak. He tugs your dressing gown, causing it to loosen automatically and fall to a heap on the ground. He stares down at your half naked body while biting his lip. "Damn."

Your cheeks flame a dark shade of red and you quickly cover your body with your hands, not allowing him to see.

"Okay enough about me. What fire? What do you mean fire? There isn't a fire in here."

He looks up at you slowly staring deep into your eyes. "Oh there is alright. And I'm staring at it." He smirks.
You look at him confused as ever.

He sighs. "Don't you get it? You're the fire Y/N.." he bites his lip and gently pulls your arms away from your chest. "And it's time to put you out."

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Okay bear with me, I wrote this when I was about 13 so yeah I'm only editing it now slightly. I don't want to change too much before I want to be able to look back and see how much my writing has improved over time.

Btw I know it's not normal for some stranger to come into your room at around 3 in the morning and say all that but remember it's just a story and it's called Imagine for a reason. It's all part of imagination so don't take any of it seriously :) also, I know this person in the story (referring to Y/N) seems scared & everything but deep down inside she wants Michael just as much as he wants her so he's not actually "forcing" her or anything like that.

Please comment your thoughts, thanks! :)