❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡Not Ready♡

~SET IN THE BAD ERA~

A/N: I'm on instagram (@sincerely.isha)

I literally am new to the whole thing😂

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"Mrs. Jackson!"

"Here!"

"Please! Look here!"

The members of the paparazzi called as security helped you get into the car. Once you were safe inside, the driver pushed the door shut before making his way over to the driver's seat. After getting in, he shut his own door before the vehicle started off slowly. Next to you, sat your personal bodyguard, Andrew. The only reason that he accompanied you wherever you went was because Michael had insisted that he do so. Your husband of three years wanted you to be safe at all times.

You leaned back against the seat and sighed, looking out of the car window. The cameras were flashing everywhere, and despite the fact that a lot of people around - you felt isolated. Being married to the King of Pop meant that eyes were always on you. Everything you did was subjected to public scrutiny. You hated it, but you loved your husband. However, you didn't know if you could do this for much longer.

You had just finished shopping, and your bags were in the boot of the car. You were feeling ill, and all you wanted to do was rest. Michael was rehearsing at the arena that he was going to perform at, and you wanted to be there with him. So instead of asking the driver to take you back to Neverland, you asked him to take you down to the arena.

"Very well," he said before continuing to drive.

"It never gets old, does it, Mrs. Jackson?" Andrew spoke, making you turn your head to look at him.

You broke into a small smile and shrugged. "It never does,"

"The people are crazy about you," he breathed. "Everyone loves you. I guess that's why people are everywhere you go,"

"I appreciate the love from the fans," you sighed. "But I prefer not to be hounded by the media,"

"I understand," he responded. "But I'm here to protect you, no matter what," he nodded.

"Thank you," you turned your head back to look out of the window. "It...means a lot to me," you commented, seeing the arena building come into view. A moment passed before the vehicle stopped, making the driver turn around to smile at you.

"We're here," he informed you.

"Thank you," you said, opening the door and getting out. Andrew followed you out, pushing the car door shut once he had done so.

You walked toward the back of the arena, eventually arriving at the door that led to the backstage area. Andrew followed you in a professional manner as you opened the door - walking in. Hearing Andrew shut the door behind you, a small smile formed on your face.

You wanted to see your husband.

Walking for a bit, you came to a stop outside of Michael's dressing room - noting that the door was closed.

"Wait outside," you instructed Andrew. He nodded as you opened the door, walking in before pulling it shut.

Michael was seated in front of the dressing room table mirror, and he was humming. When he saw you, his eyes lit up as stood up - turning around to face you.

"You're here!" he exclaimed, rushing forward and setting his hands on your waist. He pulled you close, and the two of you shared a loving kiss before he pulled away to study your features. "I thought you were out, shopping,"