❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

❤Shape Of My Heart|Part Two❤

You stared at Michael with impeccably wide eyes. His hands were cold, gripping your upper arm desperately as his eyes searched yours.

After two years.

Two entire years.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" you whispered loudly, shaking your head.

Michael steadied his breathing before furrowing his eyebrows in a panicked manner.

"Can we talk?" he said lowly.

What the hell?!

"Um..." you trailed off. "Are you dumb?! I'm about to get married!"

He pulled you with him to the furthermost side of the outside of the church, making your heels click loudly as you gasped. Once he brought the both of you to a stop, you yanked your arm away from his grip.

"(Y/N)-"

You cut him off with a slap. He held his cheek with the palm of his hand - moving his eyes to stare at you, appalled.

"You've got some nerve!" you scoffed. "You leave me with a pathetic I'm Sorry, and then you show up two years later on my wedding day, expecting me to talk with you!" you said loudly.

"Okay, listen, I know this is all overwhelming-"

"You're goddamn right it is!" you breathed.

"Please...just listen?" he whispered.

It took a moment for your temper to settle down, but it did anyway - allowing you to let him speak.

"Listen...I know I should never have left that day..." he trailed off. "And honestly...
(Y/N), I don't have a good enough reason," he gulped. "I was young and ambitious...and it just..you and I didn't seem like a big deal to me back then," he began to tear up. "The industry wanted so much out of me...and I was so..stupid to have let you go,"

You looked away and bit your lip.

"But I've realized...that I love you," he sighed. "I always have...and I always will, I just-"

"(Y/N)?!" Jonathan exclaimed, suddenly interrupting Michael and yourself as he ran up to you, slightly out of breath. "W-w-what are you doing here?" he frowned before looking at Michael, and then back to you. "Everyone's waiting for you,"

"Jonathan...oh God.." you trailed off. "I..I'm so sorry,"

"I's okay," he smiled. "Just come inside now," he offered. "These delays always happen at weddings," he tried to joke, but no one laughed.

Poor Jonathan, so sweet and geeky.

"She can't marry you," Michael remarked with a desperate look.

"What?" Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows.

"(Y/N), please," Michael looked at you. "Just give me a chance,"

"(Y/N), tell me what's going on!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"(Y/N)-"

"Stop!" you yelled. "I...I need some time.."

"Time?" Jonathan looked even more confused. "(Y/N)...we're getting married today!"

You inhaled sharply as the tears began to stream down your face shamelessly.

"I'm sorry Jonathan," you shook your head. "I..I can't do this..I'm so sorry,"

"I'll take you home," Michael offered.

This little shit.

"I'm fine," you stopped him. "Thank you for the offer,"

You sighed helplessly. The people, the decorations, and the dress would all go to waste.

Everything.

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You.

I walked into the house as Luisa followed me, quite shocked about the events that had preceded. The silence was awkward and I could definitely feel the tension.

"What the hell happened?" Luisa questioned as she shut the door behind me. I took off my veil and tossed it onto the sofa before turning around to look at my best friend.

"Michael happened," I sighed.

"Seriously?!" she gasped. "After two years and you call off this wedding for him?!"

I looked away, saying nothing.

"Jonathan loves you, (Y/N)," she shook her head. "And he wants to marry you. Yet, here you are, treating it all like some kind of joke!"

"I'm not treating it like a joke!" I defended.

"Then why on earth would you call off your wedding for a man that barely knows what he wants, someone you haven't spoken to in two years?!" she shrieked.

"Because I didn't want to hurt anybody," I answered.

Luisa studied me before rolling her eyes sarcastically.

"Yeah right," she laughed a little. "Bullshit," she narrowed her eyes. "The only reason you called off the wedding is because you were going to marry a man that you didn't love, and when your sweetheart shows up, you go running!"

"I love Jonathan!" I spat.

"No you don't!" she responded. "You love that scumbag! The guy that left you with not so much as an I love you!"

I opened my mouth to say something, but then quickly decided against it. Luisa had a point. Michael did leave for two years with only a note that said he was sorry.

"But (Y/N)..it isn't that simple," Luisa said softly after a moment, walking up to you to embrace you. "Jonathan deserves an explanation for all this," she shook her head. "And you need time to decide what you really want,"

I began to tear up. Luisa was right. I knew that I wanted a happy life, and someone to share it with.

But at the same time, I knew I wanted Michael.

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