You and Michael were having dinner in your hotel room to escape all the craziness and stress from all the fans and paparazzi. Michael was in the middle of his Bad Tour and you came along, knowing you would not survive being left alone for such a long time. Michael looked so handsome tonight. His curls were hanging lose , something you really loved since he would always wear his curls either half up or in a low ponytail. He knew you loved his hair like this and since this was the first proper dinner together in weeks he tried his best to look good for you, the thought he did this especially for you made you blush. It was quiet but not in an awkward way, now and then you guys would share a glance at each other, quietly admiring each other company and beauty. Then your mind drifted of again to that one thing that has been bothering you for weeks, you sighed as you decided it was the best to discus this thing that has been on your mind.
"Michael?" You asked and your heartbeat began to raise, you had no idea how he was gonna react to this. He looked up and his gorgeous eyes you loved so much met yours.
"Yes love?" He said giving you a warm smile, he put his fork down while he sat straight up letting you know he was all ears. Your heart warmed at the cute nickname and this made it even harder for you to tell him. You started to panic and almost wanted to just let it go. "(y/n)? You know you can tell me everything right?" He reached out to lay his hand on top of yours.
"Please promise me to not get mad?" You saw a change in Michael's expression he was clearly getting nervous too. "It's just that.." You looked down to your plate nervously playing with the leftover food. "We have been together for almost one year but I've never seen you without makeup or shirt" You finally manged say. It was a relief to have made this topic negotiable , but fear started to kick in afraid how Michael would react. There was a silence , this time a awkward one as you could feel the tension build up. This was such a touchy subject for Michael , but as his girlfriend you wanted him to be able to really be himself.
"You know I have a lot of trouble with that" He said with hurt in his voice. He avoided any eye contact. He always did this when he was nervous or talking about something he was unconformable with. "Michael I know that, but It hurts me that you feel like you have to hide yourself from me"
Suddenly he stood up and quickly walked to the bathroom locking the door behind him. You ran your hand through your hair and sighed in defeat. Maybe you just had to except that it was never gonna happen, but deep down that thought really hurt you. Did he not trust you? or was it just pure his insecurities? You decided it was the best to let him have some time alone and started to wash the dishes and clean up a bit.
(y/n?) Michael's voice suddenly spoke. You turned around and noticed the bathroom door was slightly opened. "Yes Mike?" You replied glad that was talking to you again, you put down the plate you were cleaning and made your way to the bathroom
"Wait!" He suddenly yelled. "Before you come in, please promise me to not walk away?" He said more as a question. The hurt is his voice was clearly audible. Was what you have been waiting for finally happening? "I promise Michael" "Then you may come in" Michael replied in a whisper. You pushed the door open and what you saw shocked you , but in a positive way. There was Michael standing without a shirt and makeup. A smile appeared on your face as well as tears that began to form in your eyes. "This is the real Michael" He softly cried not making any eye contact. He was shaking and held his arms in front of his body still trying to hide himself. "Michael" You whispered walking closer. You grabbed his arms and carefully placed them on both of his sides so you could get a better look. Michael's crying became louder and his sobs started to fill the quiet room. "I know I'm ugly" He said barely audible as he chocked on his words. "Come here" You pulled him in to your arms letting him cry on your shoulder. Stroking his back you repeatedly whispered in his ear how much you loved him. He loud out a big sigh and then broke away from the hug, finally looking you in the eyes. His were eyes glossy from the crying, but you could also see a hint of relief in his eyes. You gave Michael a warm smile and softly traced his vitiligo spots that were spread all over his body. Then you let your gaze fall on his face while you traced his jawline with your fingers. "Do you know how beautiful and strong you are?" You said in all honestly. Just as you thought ,Michael still was absolutely beautiful. He was like a piece of art and his face without make up was breathtaking. "I swear Michael , this will not even slightly chance how I feel about you. You are still the same beautiful man. This is not ugly, besides how unfair would it be to judge you for something you can't even help?" "You really think I'm beautiful?" He said truly surprised by your statement. "Of course, you have always been and will always be beautiful to me , no matter what" You replied and placed a kiss on his cheek. "You are perfect to me Michael" He just smiled genuinely and pulled you into his arms
