𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

'Woke up in Japan' by 5sos (Michael Clifford Angst) (The Youngblood Series)

Summary: Michael is in the same city he fell in love with (Y/N) years ago. Only this time, she is not with him anymore. 
(Suggestive Content / Mention of Sex)
(Words: 1.1k) (Part 2: Want you Back,  Part 3: Monster Among Men, Part 4: Empty Wallets) 
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(Michael's POV)
"...Mikey... Mikey..." Ashton's voice snaps me out of my daze, making me turn to look at him.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" I whisper in a weak voice, earning a sigh from my friend.
"We are leaving for town exploring. Are you coming?" He asks. I shake my head no and turn to look outside the window. The vivid lights of the city make me relax a little, my head stopping pounding for a little while.
"Do you want me to stay here?" Ashton asks me, patting my back lightly.
"No. I want to stay alone for a while. But thank you for the offer." I reply, not taking my eyes off the big window in front of me.
"Call me if you need anything." He whispers before he turns and leaves the room.

Ever since landing in Osaka, it seems like a part of my soul died.
Last time she was here.
Last time she was with me.
Last time we haven't screwed up.
And like a fucking joke to my face, I am forced to stay in the same room we were on our first time here, the first time I realized how important she was to me, the first time I realized how deep all of this was.
And now she has slipped through my fingers like life slipped from inside this room since the last time I've been here.
I move from the window, shutting the blinders and the curtains, setting the room in deep darkness.
I shuffle my feet along the floor until I reach the bed, falling on it face first.
The bed is too big for just me, so I sprawl out on it, in an effort to relax and fall asleep.
But I miss her, and my mind keeps on forming her figure, her eyes, her face, her lips, her skin, her hair. Her.

[Flashback]
I unlock the hotel room door, (Y/N) giggling as her hands run over my torso under my t-shirt.
"Shhh, we have to be quiet." I whisper, but can't help but smile at how childish she gets when she is tipsy.
"This will be very hard..." She whispers back, one of her hands lowering from my torso and brushing over my bulge.
"So very hard..." She continues, teasingly brushing her hand over and over again as I try to get the card to fucking work.
As the door finally opens, (Y/N) seems to pull herself together, for just a second, until we are inside.
Once inside, I pin her on the wall, taking my most serious look, as I watch her expression change and her bottom lip tug between her teeth.
"It's not funny, princess. You've caused noise complaints last night..." I groan, grasping her chin. She smiles deviously at me, fluttering her eyelashes.
"It wasn't my fault... entirely... You made me scream." She teases. I glare at her, pressing my body against hers. I pin her wrists over her head, blocking her from demanding any physical contact other than the one I am giving her.
"Maybe I should gag you tonight... Keep your mouth shut, while I do exactly what I did to your perfect body last night." I groan in her ear, biting on her earlobe and making her shriek.
"Or maybe, I should just not even touch you, deny every stimulus to you..." I whisper on her other ear, making sure to let my breath linger on her skin.
"You... you wouldn't... you wouldn't... do... that." She stutters, her body trembling.
"Oh, I would, princess. In fact, I will. Because I do what I want." I chuckle, letting go of her hands, making them fall to her sides.
I leave her flustered, walking to the bed and slipping out of my clothes, and plopping on the bed.
She walks to the bed, getting out of her cute floral dress. I watch her with the corner of my eye; she tries to sultrily undress for me, in hopes of getting me in my mood.
"Not working, princess." I sing to her.
"Oh, it's not?" She asks, snapping the strap of her bra on her skin. I turn to look at her, my eyes scanning her lingerie-clad body. A mesh bustier with roses embroidered in front of the cups and matching panties cover what is needed to be covered.
"Well, if it's not working, then I guess I should take the bustier off and slip in my t-shirt." She teases me some more, her hands slowly reaching to unhook the bra, letting it slip off her shoulders. I gulp at how beautiful her body looks, lit by the lights coming from the window.
She picks up her white t-shirt, clothing her next-to-naked body before she moves under the covers.
She lays with her back to me, probably just to tease me a little bit more.
But instead of being turned on by the attire that reaches just a little below her thighs, I feel my heart burning with love. I smile and drape an arm over her waist, spooning her closer to my body. She tenses a little, not expecting this move from my side. But as the seconds pass, she let goes of the tension and eases in my arms, placing her head on my collarbone.
"The set was so pretty on you." I whisper, peppering her cheek with light kisses.
"Yeah, but it didn't work as I planned it to." She sighs, a bit disappointed.
"It will tomorrow. I just wasn't in the mood today. I just need to cuddle you a little, feel your skin on mine, for just a while." I whisper, earning a chuckle from her.
"That's a first..." She whispers back, turning to face me. Her head now rests on my chest, tracing some patterns on my skin.
"I love you." I blurt out; I hear her gasp. Her head perks up, her face an inch or two apart from mine.
"Now, that's a first..." She giggles, leaning down to peck my lips.
"I love you." She replies, smiling brightly at me.
"You do?" I ask her, surprised by her response.
"I love you a lot." She puts emphasis on the new addition to the sentence.
"What a coincidence. I love you a lot, as well." I smile at her, pulling her in for a kiss.

[Present Day]
I hate myself for remembering that. I hate my mind for bringing the scene up so vividly. 
I wish I could forget.
I wish the loneliness I feel ever since I landed here would just disappear.
Breathing turns to sobbing as I feel my eyes water.
This is not helping me, not at all.
I sit up, looking outside the window, knees to my chest, hands wiping my tears away.
I can't sleep; I can't risk seeing the same dream I had when we first broke up.
I can't sleep; I can't risk seeing her image as I close my eyes.
I can't sleep; I can't sleep for one more night, one more night without her.