Emo quartet : imagines

M.way-when love is lost (pt.2)

The next day was horrible. You couldn't skip work because you needed the money and your boss would fire you if you were to miss a day. You worked at a bar. Drunk people everywhere, the smell of alcohol and sweat and your boss always getting angry. Who wouldn't love it? 😑

Mikey's pov

I had walked home that night to see a note and (Y/N) ring. My heart sank as I read the note. I hadn't lost my colours, however. Maybe she still loved me. I was ripped out of my trance by a knock on the door.

(Y/N).

I ran to the door and opened it but who i saw was not who I expected. Stood before me was Charity. The girl I had met at the coffee shop. As if by magic, all my thoughts about (Y/N) had disappeared. It was as if she never existed.

~6 months later~

Me and Charity had been together for half a year now and things didn't seem right. We both loved eachother. Although I thought.

Nobody supported our relationship. They all thought (Y/N) was better and that Charity was using me for fame. Honestly, I couldn't care less. I had a girlfried and that's all.

~*~

You were Whiping the tables down when your co-worker called you to take care of the bar as there were customers waiting to be served. You left the table and walked to the bar.

"hi, what may I get for you this evening?" you asked the person in front of you.

"whisky, please." came there muffled response. They wore a black jacket with their hood up so their face was hidden, but you could still decipher that it was a man.

"coming right up, sir." you replied whilst grabbing a bottle of bells and a glass. You put ice in the glass and then poured in the alcohol. "here you go, that will be £9.00." the man grabbed a scrunched up ten-pound note from his pocket and handed it to you.

He took a sip and looked up. By this point, you had gone to serve other customers. The man watched as you did this. When he got a good look at your face he realised who you were. His ex from 6 months ago.

He quickly downed his drink and waited for you to come and serve him again. When you had finally got around to him he asked for another drink. "the same again please (Y/N)."

Your head turned to one of realisation as he mentioned your name. "Mikey?" you breathed out. He was about to answer you when you coworker took your place and told you to go and serve the table in the far left corner.

"what can I get for you gentlemen this evening?" you asked, being polite.

"you" came a gravely voice from the back. An eruption of laughter was heard from the men.you decided to wait for them to answer you properly before you left.

When the laughter stopped one man replied. "a round if beer." he said. You turned to go and get them their chosen beverages when a hand collided with your behind. Loud laughing was heard again. You chose to ignore it as you walked to the bar.

"you shouldn't let them treat you that way, ya know." Mikey said taking another sip of his whiskey.

"well, what am I supposed to do? If I retaliate in any way it would just get worse. I could get hurt or fired. Neither of those things I want happening. Okay?" I said frustrated as to why he gave a shit about me now. Sure my colours were slowly coming back but if they went away once they can easily go away again.

Mikey got the hint and shut up after your little outburst. He went back to focusing on his beverage. Meanwhile, you got the bottles of beer and placed them on a tray, walking up to the table that had asked for them.

You placed them in front of everyone and took the tray. "anything else?" you asked but nobody responded. They all just stared at you. You, awkwardly, turned to walk away but a hand grabbed your hip and sat you down on their lap. Uncomfortable, you tried to stand up but he had a firm grip on you.

"don't leave. We haven't had any fun yet." said the man, clearly very drunk.

"can't you see that she doesn't want to 'have fun' with you?" snapped Mikey, standing up from his seat and coming over to were you were. "so why don't you just let her get back to her job." suggested Mikey, helping me get up.

"whoa whoa whoa. Why you gotta be such a fun spoiler of fun, huh?" asked the man grabbing my wrist.

"why you gotta be such a pervert, huh?" came Mikey's reply, angering the man. He pushed me away and stood up, meeting Mikey's gaze. They were of similar hight.

At lightning speed, the man's fist hit Mikey's jaw line, causing him to stumble backwards. Mikey was quick to retaliate, hiring the man straight in the face, probably breaking his nose.

Luckily, several-not so drunk-men came and pulled the two apart, preventing any more injuries. The boss then came out and told the two to get out along with the rest of the mans friends. You quickly asked your boss if you could take a quick, five-minute break. He, reluctantly, agreed. You thanked him and went outside to see Mikey.

"I'm so, so sorry (Y/N) if I could go back to the way things were before we split up I would." he said quickly. "can we try,...please?"

"Mikey, you loved me once. That relationship was the best I ever had. Some of my greatest memories were with you." you started. " but then you went and shagged another girl and started a relationship with her. So... If it happened once, ... It can happen again." once you had finished you turned to leave.

"(Y/N), wait!" he called, but it was too late. You had already gone. Walked out of his life forever.

I was meant to write this a while ago but didn't get around, sorry if you were one of the people who had requested a part two.xxx
-Mols