Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

#7 Prince!Michael: He Confesses Despite Your Social Status

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(P/N) - Princess's name

(D/N) - Duchess's name

After the announcement was made that night, you decided on keeping your feelings to yourself. Everything became strictly business, you felt that you couldn't act the same with Michael after all that has happened. You are a servant and he is a prince, you are a servant and his fiance is a princess. They are destined to marry each other, and you are destined to serve under them and tend to their daily lives. "Please wake up Prince Michael. You must hurry before your breakfast gets cold," you said before opening the curtains and allowing the bright light to fill the room. He groaned and sat up in a daze trying to let his eyes adjust. You helped him get dressed as usual but didn't strike up a conversation like you normally would. Michael gave you a worried look, and you pretended not to notice. "(Y/N)-" "Prince Michael, your schedule for today is very tight so please listen to what I'm about to tell you. After breakfast, you must finish all of your studies in time for lunch. There you will meet up with Princess (P/N), have lunch with her, and spend time accordingly," you said, and Michael tried to call out to you again, but you continued your speaking. "I will not be accompanying you today due to orders strictly given to all the servants from the royal family," you said while escorting Michael out of his room. "I shall take care of your room and clean up. Prince Michael you are to eat and go straight to your studies after. I'll escort you when lunch is ready," you said before closing the door on him before he could continue with his question. You waited for a moment and heard him slowly walk away from the room. You gave a sigh of relief and felt the beat of your heart. This feeling was different, it wasn't like being weightless off of love, instead it hurt. You went to work and started folding blankets and tucking in the sheets of his bed. You put away books and dusted the furniture. You found his guitar out of it's stand and put it back next to the dresser. You looked at yourself in the reflection to notice how worn out and tired you appeared to be. "Of course he would want to ask if something was wrong with me, I make it too obvious," you said to yourself and practice smiling, trying hard to look normal. You sighed again and looked at the pictures he had placed over the years. He had small pictures in frames and each showed him at a different age. One picture when he was with his parents, another when he got his guitar, and another in his fancy attire. All of those pictures were placed together on one side, but one frame was separated from the others. In this picture, Michael was only 16, and you stood beside him in that picture being the same age as him. You remember that day, it was Michael's birthday, and he claimed he didn't want anything special to happen on that day. He refused to have a ball, and he was convinced he had everything. You were stubborn and demanded that he should do something special to commemorate him being 16, you wanted to at least give him a present and were ready at any moment to give it to him. Michael sighed at you, and after thinking for a moment, he demanded to have a picture taken with you. Even after the picture was taken, you didn't really get to see it, Michael claimed it as his, and you weren't allowed to look at it. You picked the picture off the dresser and admired the old framed memory and noticed Michael's glance in the picture. He was looking at you not the camera, with those eyes that made you swoon and feel weightless again. "Is that why you told me I couldn't look at it?..." you wondered and chuckled to yourself knowing that your assumption was probably false. You put the picture down and left the room to continue your duties. You went to get Michael when lunch came around, and the walk to the dining hall was quiet. You heard him call for you, and you quicken your pace of walking. You knew he was going to question you, and you knew he could break you. Your feelings needed to be in check, and you couldn't risk him finding out. You felt your body tug back and his hand on your wrist pulling you towards him. "(Y/N), I am calling for you. Look at me when I call for you," he says. You looked at him in the eyes and tried to shift your gaze, but he made you face him. "Since the announcement, you've been acting strange.. Do you dislike the engagement? Answer me honestly," he says. "I-I'm in no right to give you my opinions on-" "I order you to tell me," he says cupping your face and unable to look away. "I...I hate the engagement," you said with your voice cracking and tears forming in your eyes. "Why?" "I-I don't know...I-I just...I want to be by your side," you said honestly and cried frustrated tears. You felt his thumb wiping your cheeks and his hands pushing your hair away from your face. You felt his lips pressed against your forehead and cheek and his arms holding you tight against him. "This is a dream right? I must still be at home sleeping soundly in my bed..." you mumbled to yourself. "You're wide awake..." Michael mumbled and pulled away from you. You were processing the moment and took a step back. "This is wrong...This is all very wrong I shouldn't have...This is going against so many things," you worried. "(Y/N)...I like you. I've always liked you..." Michael says, and you tried walking away, but he pulled you back, "and I know I'm stubborn, and I pick on you a lot, and I get you all worked up but..." he says, and you tried pulling away from his grip, "but I want you by my side too. You are the only one who I will allow to be beside me... J-Just..." he says pulling you back to him and grabbing you by the shoulders, "just please say it back," he says with a slightly hurt expression. The moment was quiet, and the tension was thickening. The words escaped your mouth, and all of that tension instantly relieved. Your heart felt light, and it felt like a rock was lifted off of you. "I like you," you said with your hands tugging onto his coat shaking nervously. He smiled at you after hearing your reply, and you felt his lips against yours, gentle sweet kisses that made your hands stop shaking. You didn't know how long the two of you stayed in the hall kissing, you weren't aware of what you had to do, each kiss putting your mind at a blank from your duties. What were you supposed to do? Where where the two of you heading? This temporary amnesia was cleared up when you heard foot steps clacking on the floor and a gasp. "(Y/N)? My word!" You heard one of the servants say. "P-Prince Michael? What is the meaning of this?" (P/N) says with a hurt expression. Everything was moving too fast, your heart was rushing with panic, servants yelling at others to report to the king and queen and Michael pushing you behind him as the Princess yelled and complained. A dream turned into a nightmare.