𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 | 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Michael Gray - Forgotten Memories

Imagine Michael had been taken from Polly at the age of fifteen.

You had known the Shelby's when you were just a child, being closest to Michael. When Michael and his sister had been taken from Polly's care, you had been taken too as your parents were close with Polly. The authority assuming that your parents treated you the same, causing for you to be taken away from your family and into the dirty and dangerous streets of London - Michael taken to live a country life.

You were now eighteen and had distant blur - like memories of your once called home. You currently sat on a train to Small Heath, desperate to see what your old life had been like, nerves pumping there way around your body ferociously as the train slowed into the station.

You leaped off the train and headed towards the given address where you believed your mother lived. You were a mixture of excited and anxious as you recognised some of the streets, people glaring at you as your heels clicked - anyone could've sussed that you had connections in this part of England, but didn't quite belong here... well not yet anyway.

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You had finally reached the given address and knocked on the flat doors, waiting for the sound of footsteps to come closer and open the door. A few moments had passed before an old man opened the door and looked you up and down suspiciously.

"Can I help ya?" He asked bluntly, one hand still latched around the door knob incase of invasion. "I believe that my mother lives here. She goes by the name Charlotte Y/L/N." You smiled politely and watched as his face dropped - never a good sign. "Uh, she died a few years ago. Quite ill she was, my dear." He smiled sadly, waiting for a reply. Your mood dropped and all you wanted was a strong drink, something to take the edge off. You would deal with this after a drink. "Don't worry, Sir. Thank you for your help. Would you be able to point me in the direction of the nearest pub please?" You smiled assuringly even if you didn't feel it. You followed the man's pointed finger and listened to his instructions. "Round that corner and it should be straight in front of you. It's called the Garrison." The man conveyed. "Thank you again." You smiled before lunging forward and heading towards the pub, your shoes clicking once again. The Garrison... now that rang a bell.

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You pushed the pub doors open with a mixture of shyness and spite - the new found fact that your mother had died still stinging in your mind.

You walked up to the counter as people looked you up and down, suspicious as you hadn't been in here before. "Strong whiskey please." You stated calmly, fishing around in your pockets for coins. "Bad day?" The barman pondered, trying to make nothing but quick conversation. "Mhmm, bad and sad day. Hey, I'm used to it, that's just life, ahaha." You chuckled sadly, sighing as you found the right amount of change and placed the metal on the counter. "On the house. I hope this helps make your day better." He gestured, smiling sympathetically.

"Y/N  Y/M/N  Y/L/N!" A familiar strong woman beckoned from behind you, causing for you to turn. You faced a middle height and middle aged woman, with brown hair and deep black eyes that were filled with sympathy and joy - a hint of darkness and sadness buried at the pits of her soul. "Uh, do I know you?" You asked politely, recognising the lady but not quite placing her recognition. "Polly Gray, well Shelby." She stated, and as soon as she said those words, you instantly felt at home. You had grown up around this woman, played with her nephews and children - Michael. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you!" You exclaimed, happily wrapping your arms around her shoulders as you both embraced in a hug. "Come on, the boys will be thrilled to see you!" She cheered as she pulled you out of the pub and onto the cobbled streets.

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You had finally reached Polly's house and recognised it instantly, the similar streets that you would play with Michael on, the windows you remember being thrown from one persons arms out into somebodies else's.

The room fell silent as Polly gestured to the boys that your presence was welcome.

"Y/N fookin' Y/L/N!" A man with long hair bellowed, followed by another man. "Ah, I used to throw you and Michael out of the window." He smirked, remembering the memories. "Ya, and I'd always catch you!" The man with long hair added, laughing.

You scanned the room and your eyes instantly fell onto someone you would recognise anywhere - Michael.

"Hey." He smiled as he leaned against the doorframe, a unexplainable fluttering erupting in your stomach. "Hey." You replied back, copying his smile as he admired your beauty. You still carried the beauty he'd fallen in love and he couldn't help but linger his gaze on you, yours on his.

The night had galloped on, you endured deep conversation with Arthur, Tommy, John, and most of all; Michael Gray. The sparks you both once shared were sizzling and you couldn't help but feel giddy and giggly under his gaze. You were both a little intoxicated and wanted nothing more than to drown in each other's touch - it would feel right, so damn right, but you couldn't. You both wanted to be sober for that night after so many years apart. This wasn't going to however, stop you from getting a little taster.

"I'm going to get another drink. Does anyone else want one?" You asked, standing from your previous seat opposite Michael and heading into the kitchen after everyone shook their heads to your question. You didn't have to wait two minutes for Michael to come through that kitchen door and into your arms, your hands softly cupping his neck as he lifted you onto the counter. "I've missed you so fucking much." He breathes against your lips, the energy between the two of you was breathtaking and you needed him urgently. Without a second thought, you collided your lips together in a hot passionate urgent kiss as he gripped the back of your thighs against his chest. It felt like an eternity of kissing and you didn't want it to end, you had craved his touch for three long harsh years and you wanted him like nothing else.

"Aaaa humm! Thought you meant an alcoholic drink... not that kind of one." Tommy remarked with sly grin as you pulled away from Michael, his hands still stroking your thighs. "Mhmmm, I was up for both options. I prefer this one though." You replied before pressing your lips against Michael's once more, a smirk playing on your lips as you jumped down from the counter and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, heading into the living room once more - leaving Tommy proud and amused, and Michael wanting more.

I'm so sorry that I haven't been updating. I've been so incredibly busy! I have lots of free time this week so bring on the updates, ahaha!

Have a lovely day, my lovelies! ❤️
- BubbleBaby893