Michael - Knuckles almost as pale as your face, Michael gripped the door handle, his best man Luke, on the other side. “Michael, you okay in there?” He called out, cracking his knuckles on the door again as Michael reached up with his one hand, wiping sweat that trickled down his forehead. “The wedding starts in five minutes.” Luke said again, pulling on the door handle as Michael shook his head. “I can’t do this, Luke.” He stepped away from the door, pulling at his bow tie as Luke stepped in, rubbing his hand over his face. “What do you mean, you can’t do this?” He asked in almost disbelief, Michael just only a few hours ago spilling to him about how much he loved you. Luke knew it was only last minute jitters he was feeling. “Michael, do you love Y/N?” Michael scratched at his neck as he nodded, “I love every fucking piece of her.” Luke sat in front of his mate, patting his shoulder as Michael sighed. “I should have waited, getting engaged and then getting married 3 months later? I’m not ready.” Luke was about to give him some words to change his mind, but Michael’s mother stepped in. “Michael, come on sweetie.” Michael stood, sighing heavily as he fixed his bow tie. “Michael.” Luke called, Michael kissing his mum’s cheek as Luke sighed. He muttered profanities under his breath as he ran to go find the beautiful girl he was escorting down the aisle. Michael stood on the altar, his palms as sweaty as his face as people stood, your intro music playing. “Fuck.” He swore, taking in your lovely presence as you were already in tears, slowly making your way down to your soon to be husband. Your dad kissed your cheek happily, handing you to Michael. “Hi.” You giggled, Michael nodding, not opening his mouth. “We have gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Y/N Y/L/N and Michael Clifford.” The ceremony dragged on, Michael’s knees beginning to weaken as the tears clogging your vision now seemed to roll down your face. “Now is there anyone here who objectifies to this wedding? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” You clenched your eyes tight, Michael clearing his throat and dropping your hands. “I’m sorry Y/N.” He didn’t even explain himself, running out of the church as people gasped. You looked to your mom, her ushering you off of the altar as she carried you into the back. Michael let a few tears slip out of his eyes as he sat on the stairs of the church, unbuttoning his tie as he felt it was the only thing suffocating him besides the tears falling down his cheeks. He knew he wasn’t ready, so why did he want to have the wedding so early? God, he hated to see your face right now. He knew you were going to be very upset with him and not even cuddly, make out sessions on the couch or foot rubs before bed would ease your broken heart. “Michael Clifford.” He turned his head, seeing your mom marching towards him as he knew he was in huge trouble. “Mrs. Y/M/N, I can explain.” “Well please do. My only daughter is in the car, bawling her eyes out because of you. If you don’t want to be with her, then get your ass out to that car and talk to her.” Michael shook his head, standing as your mother had nothing but hate in her heart for your fiance. “Listen, I love your daughter very much bu—” “But what? You wanted to break her heart on the only day you knew she would be the happiest?” Michael was beginning to lose his patience and he didn’t want to scream at your mother, but he knew it was coming close. “If you let me ex—” “Explain what? That you’re a selfish bas—” “Just shut up and let me explain myself!” Her eyes widened as she took a step back. Michael had one hand on his hip, as his other hand rubbed over his face in nothing but pure frustration. “I love your daughter, and she is the ONLY woman i’ll ever want. I’m just not ready to say I do yet. No I don’t regret asking her to be my wife, i’m just not ready to make the full commitment yet. Understand?” Your mom nodded, walking back into the church as it was up to Michael now to mend your broken heart. His eyes caught the end of your dress, sticking out of the car as your best friend was trying to comfort you. He began walking over, her turning her head as she scowled at him. “Let me talk to her.” “Why? So you can break her heart again?” “So help me god, if you don’t let me talk to her.” Your best friend petted your hair one last time, sending Michael a killer glare as she made her way back inside. “Baby,” “Leave me alone, Michael!” You shouted, turning your head as he got a glance at your mascara stained cheeks and he knew you’d probably never forgive him. “Sit up and look at me.” You shook your head before he grabbed your arm. “Don’t touch me.” “God dammit, sit up and look at me!” His patience was gone and he didn’t have time for a woman who didn’t want to listen to him. You slowly sat up, rubbing at your eyes as he stared at you. “What have I done?” “You broke my heart, that’s what you’ve done.” He put his hand on your thigh, rubbing the material of your mermaid cut dress. “I love you and I want to marry you, you have no idea. But Y/N, i’m not ready.” You sighed, shaking your head. “You say you’re not ready but you put this big ass rock on my finger?” “I love seeing it there, it let’s me know you’re mine. I want to be with you, i’m just not ready to say I do yet. Understand?” He shook your leg a bit, curving up the side of his mouth into a sly smile as you sighed, shrugging. “Come on, cutie.” He swiped his thumb over your eyes, a light tint of pink ghosting over your cheeks. “You can’t resist your Mikey Bear.” You giggled and sighed, scooting over to him. No matter how mad at him you were right now, you couldn’t resist him. You wrapped your trembling arms around his neck, hugging him tight as a tear rolled down both your faces. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, holding you tight as you nodded. “It’s okay. I understand where you’re coming from.” He pulled back, putting his forehead on yours as you giggled. “Still my fiance?” He held out his pinky as you smiled, “Until our wedding is back on.” You smiled, hooking your pinky in his as he kissed your lips gently. “Now let’s go home and order some pizza.” “Deal.”
