❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

❤A Night To Remember❤

"Thank you, and goodnight!" Michael yelled as the lights went off. He ran off stage, panting as he made his way toward you. A proud smile was painted on your face as you handed him a face towel and a bottle of water. "(Y/N)..." he fussed. "I don't want to drink-"

"I know you want juice but you're going to drink water or I swear to God I'm going to slap you," you laughed, making Michael roll his eyes as he obeyed. Sure enough, the water proved good for him - because after he had drunk it, he looked way more refreshed.

You took the bottle from him and set it down before wrapping your arms around his neck, making him wrap his own around your waist.

"You know, sometimes, I don't know how I was so lucky," he grinned. "You're amazing,"

You blushed before letting out a breath.

"Are you kidding?" you kissed him. "Sometimes I wonder how I was so lucky,"

You pulled away and Michael got down on his knees, resting his head against your four month old pregnant belly. You laughed as he listened closely.

"Mhm, I can already tell that it's going to be a boy," he nodded, standing up.

"Shut up, it's going to be a girl," you hit his chest playfully.

Michael opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by a series of loud shooting. Everyone in the stadium screamed, and several band members who had still been on stage, fell limp - all in pools of blood.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, we need to get you out now!" your security guard ordered.

Michael grabbed your hand but you quickly pulled it away.

"No! We've got to help them!" you gestured to the injured band members.

"We don't have time! There's a bomb threat!" the guard responded.

"Baby, we have to go!" Michael looked into your eyes frantically. His hand rested on your stomach, and instantly, you knew that he cared for you and your baby more than anything.

"Okay," you nodded. "Let's go,"

The security guard led the way to the back exit. Michael gestured for you to go first, but you refused - wanting him to lead the way. In your mind, it was the right choice. As soon as he and the security guard went through, you shut the exit door and let out a breath. You were going to help those injured band members, even if it was the last thing you would do. You heard Michael banging against the exit door, but you shut it out of your mind as you ran back to the stage area.

By then, the shooting had ceased, but the chaos was still very much evident. You ran to the area where the band members had been shot, and saw four injured.

"Rob!" you knelt down and addressed the drummer. He looked to have been shot in the chest, but he was still awake. "Rob, can you hear me?!"

"Mrs....Mrs. Jackson...you..shouldn't..be here," he mumbled.

"I'm here to help you!" you began to panic upon seeing the level of blood loss. "I'm gonna get you out of here!"

"(Y/N)!" a female voice yelled from behind you. You turned around to see Karen, a horrified expression on her face. "You're supposed to be outside!"

"I need to help these people!" you answered.

Karen hesitated for a moment before running up to you.

"Rob?" she shook him a little. Rob nodded weakly. "Don't worry buddy, we're going to get you out of here,"

Next to him, lay a gun. Whom it belonged to, you didn't know - but it was there.

"Oh God...he's bleeding so much," Karen bit her lip.

"Karen....look," you pointed at the other band members, who were now dead. It was evident that they had lost too much blood. You choked a little as you began to tear up.

"Don't worry, we'll save Rob," she tried to reassure you.

"No you won't," a dark, male voice spoke from behind the two of you. Karen stood up as you remained in your position - your back facing whomever had spoken. "(Y/N) Jackson," he laughed, and you recognized that voice. The voice of the man whose heart you had broken eight years ago. The man whom you had chosen Michael over. "Never thought I'd ever say that name,"

"What do you want, Jake?" you questioned, continuing to keep your back facing him.

"I hear that you're pregnant with his child," he spat.

"I asked, what do you want?!" you snapped, trying your best not to sound scared.

"Stand up and face me," he ordered. You refused. "Stand up and face me!"

You stood up and turned around, quickly slapping him across the face. His eyes widened and he dropped the gun. He reached down to pick it up, but you kicked it away.

"What the hell do you want?" you clenched your jaw.

"You're a lot more brave now," he scoffed. "Not like that shy, innocent girl I met eight-"

"Well you've never actually known me, so drop the goddamn act!" you cut him off.

"You little-" he rushed toward you, but you kicked him in the groin before another gunshot could be heard. You turned your head to see Karen holding the gun, and Jake on the ground - blood seeping out of the wound on his head.

"(Y/N)!" Michael came running in, presumably after hearing the gunshot. His eyes were wide with fear before you ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "Oh my God," he whispered. "Are you okay?" he pulled away to look at you.

"Yeah," you began to tear up before kissing him. "Karen shot him," you gestured to Jake's limp body. "It was Jake,"

Michael held you close to him as police sirens could be heard. As several paramedics came to take away Jake's body - Michael kissed your forehead, internally vowing to keep you safe from all harm - forever.

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Did that suck? Yes.
Am I sorry? Yes.
Do I care? Not really.
But thank you so much for reading!
Keep dreaming, and keep being you!
Lots of love! xxx
Isha❤
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