5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences and Imagines

Want You Back (Michael Oneshot #4)

Trigger Warning- drug and alcohol abuse

Michael loves you with all his heart. He wants nothing more than a long life with you in his arms. But you're ruining that.

It started as an irregular thing. You would go out with the boys on nights out and drink just a little bit too much but recover just fine the next day. Soon, your visits to bars became more frequent and your recovery days became longer.

Michael barely noticed a change but found it odd when you weren't always home with him or making tea.

Before long, your once healthily stocked fridge has become overrun with alcohol and that's when Michael puts his foot down.

"Y/N, you seriously need to cut back on the drink, you're going to hurt yourself."

"Michael, shut the hell up, too loud." You complained, your head pounding.

"What's going on babe?" He asked.

"Nothing just hush." You snapped, retreating to your bedroom.

On one of your bar trips, people were trying different things and you found yourself mixing with the crowd.

"Hey you, try this." An unknown stranger gave you a needle and you shook your head.

"It's not bad, I promise, it'll give you some relief. You look tense." They say.

Before long, the substance was injected through your arm and it took little to no time for the effects to kick in. Your head spiralled and you felt a rush of excitement pulsate through your body. You felt hot and sweaty but continued to drink your drink. As the rush was calming down, you started nodding, drowsiness was taking over your body. You tripped and stumbled to the floor but felt nothing.

Somehow, you got home. Michael was waiting for you and when he saw you, he looked broken.

"What have you taken?" He asked.

"Mikey," you replied, falling into his arms.

"Fucking hell." He cursed, carrying you up to bed.

You didn't take anything for a while but after a row with Michael, you found yourself with those people and you paid them heftily for drugs. Over the course of a few weeks, your weight dropped, you were lethargic and exhausted and had sore skin and a dry mouth.

Michael was constantly trying to find where you hid the drugs and tried to stop you from taking them but you were still smart. Your needles were in the first aid drawer, a place Michael never goes, and the substance was hidden inside the pillowcase in the spare room.

Your misuse caused Michael constant pain. He hated seeing you like that but the worst was yet to come.

Michael came home to a quiet house. He knew you were home. He looked around for you until he heard strangled breathing coming from your bathroom. He ran in the room and instantly burst into tears.

Your head was thrown back, mouth agape. Your eyes were rolling in your skull and your eyes were red and your pupils were small. Your arms were covered in scratches and scabs from you scratching them and your left arm had a needle stuck in it. Your right hand lay under the needle, limp. You were lay in a pool of your own vomit and your breath sounded desperate and deathly.

Michael was frozen. He knew no medical things to help you, he didn't know who to call or what to do so he stood there, watching your drugged up body struggle to survive. It took him a moment to do so, but, he grabbed his phone and called for an ambulance. They asked Michael to shake you and call your name for a response. Michael reported that your lips and hands were tinted blue and the emergency operator asked him to watch your breathing. Your heart rate was slowing rapidly and your breath was choked.

Michael was told to lie you in the recovery position and watch over you in case you vomit. He was told to leave the needle as EMT's would retrieve it. He had to stay on the line with the operator until the ambulance arrived.

He went in the ambulance with you. He watched as they removed the needle, judged the amount of heroin taken and listened to the dreadful words which left their mouths.

Addict

Depression

Overdose

When you were taken away from him, he called for Luke who came and comforted him. He told Luke everything and told him just how worried he was.

You slipped into a coma.

It took a week of consistent monitoring to bring you back around and when you did, the first person you saw was Luke. And that broke your heart. You wanted Mikey.

"Michael." You asked.

"He'll be back soon, I sent him home with Calum," Luke sighed, "I want to talk with you."

You nodded after the nurses tended to you and gave you some water.

"I don't care why or how you got into this mess but I just want to know what the fuck were you thinking?" Luke shamed you.

"I've never seen Michael as broken in his life. He loves you more than anything and if you love him back, you'll do what's right. You'll go to rehab and you'll get help and you'll make him a promise that you can keep because that's what he deserves. He loves you, we all do, and we hate to see you like this but Michael said that he just wants you back. And not this you. He wants you back." Luke said.

Later that day, Michael came to see you and when you saw his upset, confused face, you felt awful. Selfish. Guilty.

"I love you and I always will but you will never be able to make me un-see what I saw. When I walked into that bathroom I-god," he gasped, "I thought you died y/n."

"I thought I would never see you again."

His words give you courage and strength. The hospital referred you to a rehabilitation clinic. You had doctors and councillors and plenty of people to help. You wanted to go cold turkey to prohibit your chance of a relapse and no matter how painful or desperate you were, your withdrawal pains were nothing compared to the pains Mikey felt when he though you were a goner.

Today, you are going home. Michael has come to pick you up and you haven't felt as free in your life. The councillors and doctors are beyond pleased with your progress and you have vowed to never drink again. It will still be a constant challenge but you know that it's your fault and no one else's.

As you walk upfront, you see Michael who smiles at you.

"Hey y/n." He smiles.

"Michael." You breathe out with a smile.

"I'm so proud of you baby." He says, pulling you in for a hug.

"I love you Michael, I'm sorry." You say.

"Shh, it's okay, I love you too." Michael says and as the two of you step out for the first time as a couple in a while, you smile when you see your other three best friends outside.

"We love you, we're so proud!" The three cheer.

Calum, Luke and Ashton all join your hug and you feel yourself tearing up as you see them again.

"Thankyou," You whisper and, as you all begin to head back, Luke pulls you aside and says; "Thankyou y/n, well done,"

SORRY THIS WAS SO SAD, I JUST HAD THE IDEA AND I HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE ON HEROIN OR DRUG MISUSE

~Abbie