5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mikey Imagine

Personal for @alissa0806 on IG.

"Alissa, are you sure you want to come? It's not exactly your crowd."

I look up at Mikey, a concerned look on his face, and I send him a reassuring smile. He doesn't buy it.

"I'll be fine. I'm with you."

He nods slowly, grabbing my hand and laces our fingers together. If anything makes me feel safe; it's him. With his bright coloured, messy hair which is hidden under a backwards, black snapback and a black tank top showing off his range of tattoos, he intimidates the meanest of looking men.

We walk slowly towards an abandoned looking house at the end of the street, except its nothing what you expect it to be. Inside is full of people. Drinking, drugs, illegal betting, and here I am, the person that does none of the above. Mikey is right, this isn't my crowd.

He stops near the door, turning around and he lowers himself to look me in the eye and talk to me directly. He's always serious, unless we're behind closed doors and he's nothing like the person everyone assumes him to be. He's caring and loving, outside he's mean and fierce.

"Alissa. When we get in there, you stay by me at all times, OK? It's dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to you, got it? If something bad happens, run. Don't look back. Don't look for me. Just run. Got it?"

"But-"

"No buts. You're my main priority. I don't want you getting hurt because of me. It would kill me."

I reluctantly nod and follow him inside. What he said scared me, but I know he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. He would literally jump in front of a bullet for me. Not even exaggerating. Once inside, the darkness engulfs me and it takes me a few minutes for my eyes to adjust.

"Remember, stick with me. Don't let go of my hand Alissa."

I squeeze his hand tighter to acknowledge that I heard him. I've never been anywhere with him since we started dating, he always told me he ran with the wrong crowd and he was a bad person, I never see that side of him. He's always been so gentle with me. That's why I love him.

My eyes quickly scan the room and I see girls in minimal clothing, strewn across men covered in beards, piercings and tattoos. Definitely not my crowd. Everyone is looking at me as if I'm a gremlin or something. Like they're disgusted. I don't know what I ever did to them, but that's unfair. People just assume from your appearance you're a certain type of person.

"Mikey!"

A tall man with a large build beckons Mikey over and I follow in his wake, keeping my head down and not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

"Jeff."

"Who is that pretty little thing behind you?"

"Not yours."

Mikey's grip on my hand tightens, and I finally look up to see this Jeff leering at me. He's disgusting. His teeth are rotten and black, and he laughs with his henchman as Mikey talks with him. I've never seen Mikey angry, and I never really wanted to.

"I didn't ask for her. You know me, I take without permission."

He steps closer to us and Mikey blocks his way, challenging him. He doesn't even come up to the guys shoulder, not a fair fight at all.

"Listen, little Michael, move out of my way before I move you myself."

"No."

The stone cold expression Mikey is wearing, scares me. It's like the Mikey I know has gone. He's usual self, not the one when he is with me. I squeeze his hand, trying to gain his attention and hopefully break him out of whatever trance he is in, but it doesn't work.

"Michael, you're causing trouble for yourself. I just want to talk to the girl."

"You don't talk to her, you talk to me. And we both know I like trouble."

They both stare each other down and I'm waiting for the tension to calm down so we can just leave. I hate it here. Jeff wears a sickening grin now and reaches out to touch my face and I recoil quickly, his dirty hands just missing my cheek.

In a flash, Mikey has him pinned against a wall by his neck, and the room has gone deathly quiet. No music, no talking, no laughter. Everyone is watching on to the scene before us.

"What did I fucking tell you? She's not yours. You don't have permission to touch her!"

Mikey is furious, his body shaking with anger as he spits the words at Jeff. I'm trembling, petrified of the side of Mikey I'm witnessing.

"If you so much as think about her, I will rip your spleen from your very body. Got it?"

Jeff nods his head quickly, his expression showing that he is genuinely frightened of Mikey. I don't know why, he is taller and bigger than him, he could clearly take him. But then again, Mikey is terrifying in a sense I've never seen from anyone else before.

"Let's go."

He makes to grab my hand, but I pull away from him and walk out the front door. He just pinned a man against the wall and threatened to kill, there's no way I'm touching him.

"Alissa."

"Don't."

"Alissa, please."

The cold air outside is a relief from the stuffy atmosphere of the building and I keep walking past his car, down the road.

"Alissa!"

He grabs my hand and spins me around to face him. I didn't even realise I was crying until he reached up to wipe a tear away. I flinch away and the look of hurt on his face is evident.

"Alissa, please. I did it to protect you."

The soothing way he's talking should comfort me, but it doesn't. I just keep thinking about how those hands - the ones that have touched me - have punched and beaten others.

"Alissa, I would never hurt you. You know that. I love you."

My breath stops and I look up at him. His eyes are bright, glazed over with tears and he looks like he could break down at any moment. He just told me he loved me, for the first time, and it's like this.

"I only did it to protect you, because I love you. I would never hurt someone for no reason, and you're the perfect reason. I love you, Alissa. So damn much. I would never hurt you. I promise."

I nod and whisper those 3 words back to him, and he pulls me into a tight, warm hug as I cry onto his shirt. Its true love if you can accept someone for their flaws as well as the things you deem beautiful.