Michael Clifford Imagines

You've Forgotten

"You've Forgotten"

By: 5sos--writing

You sit on the couch in complete darkness, tears silently streaming down your face. Your salmon dress was damp with tears, your once curly hair tore down into very loose waves, almost straight.

Today was supposed to be yours and Michael's 6 month anniversary, but he didn't bother to show up at all today to pick you up or take you anywhere, let alone even text you. How could he forget your 6 month anniversary?

Just then, the front door of your house swings wide open, Michael walking through. Your eyes go wide as you see him struggle to even stand up, let alone walk over to where you were sitting on the couch.

"Hey Baby." he slurred, eye lids hanging low, almost shut.

"Michael, are you drunk?" you whispered, hurt clear in your voice.

"Could you speak louder?! I'm too drunk to understand what you're saying!"

"Why are you drunk!"

"Don't raise your voice at me!"

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the couch. You start to walk pass him and he sees the tears falling down your face.

"I'm not doing this tonight. Goodnight to you."

Before you could walk away, he grasps firmly onto your wrist, harsh-fully pulling you back towards him. You face him, not looking in his eyes, but you know that they are wide, full of anger. There's three sides of drunk Michael; cuddly, horny, and flat out angry. This would be angry Michael.

"Don't you dare ever fucking walk away from me."

You don't say anything, making him angrier.

"Fucking answer me!"

"Okay Michael! Whatever."

Just then his right hand connects with your left cheek with so much force, causing you to fall on the ground. You hold your cheek, crying.

"Y/N? Oh my fucking God did I do that?"

He kneels down to you, his anger subsided. HE tries to touch you gently with his hand, but you coward down, backing away from him.

"Fuck Y/N, I'm so sorr-"

"No, just leave me alone." you practically cried out to him, begging him to leave you alone.

"But Y/N-"

"No! All I wanted was for us to have an awesome 6 month anniversary dinner or something, but instead I get no Michael all day, then drunk Michael who punched me in the face."

"It's our what?"

"You forgot our 6 month anniversary..."

"Fuck, Y/N I'm sorry it's just-"

"No Michael! Just leave me the fuck alone!"

"Y/N..."

"Get out of my house!"

He stands up, looking at you before walking out of the house. Before he closed the door, he spoke to you, his voice cracking, yet stilled slurred.

"Happy 6 month anniversary..."

And with that he closed the door, causing you to start crying even more, ending up with a bruised cheek the next morning.