somebody to you || m.c

Alternate Ending

"Georgia Noble, will you marry me?" Michael asks, grabbing my hand and looking deep into my eyes. I smile widely, but it quickly disappears as I squeeze his hand.

"No," I mutter, looking away from him.

"Wh-what?" Michael asks, ripping his hand from mine.

"Michael, I love you, but...but I don't want to get married," I say, reaching for his hand again but he quickly jerks it away and stands up.

"Am I not good enough? Do you not love me?" He asks, his eyes filling with tears.

"Mikey..." I whimper, but he covers his ears with his hands and starts to scream and curse loudly.

"Michael!" I scream, standing up and going over to him. I grab at his arms, trying to get him to look at me, but he keeps cursing. "Michael look at me!" I scream. He stops, looking at me with pained eyes.

"Michael, I love you, I just don't want to get married."

"Fuck!" He screams, pushing the table over. It scares me, and I jump and take a step backwards.

"Michael..." I say. He jerks around, burning a hole straight through me. "I just don't want to get married. I'm so sorry."

"So you don't want to spend the rest of your life with me?" Michael asks, a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Of course I do!" I scream, pulling on my hair in frustration. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Then why won't you marry me? So people don't know you're married? Do you want to cheat on me?"

"God, no! What is wrong with you? Do you know me at all?" I scream.

"I thought I did but apparently I don't! I thought you loved me!"

"I do love you! I love you more than anything! Would you just listen to me?"

"No! I don't want to hear it!"

"Michael I don't want to marry anyone!" I cry, my bottom lip quivering.

"A heads up would have been nice!" He screams.

"I didn't know you were going to propose!"

"You should have stopped me before!"

"People who get married are always unhappy! Marriage never ends well! I just want to spend forever with you without getting married!"

"You think you will be unhappy with me?" He whispers.

"No, Michael, I-"

"No, George. I've heard enough."

"Michael-"

"Happy birthday," He whispers, turning his back and walking towards the staircase.

"Michael don't you dare walk away from me!" I scream, running towards him and grabbing his shoulders, trying to stop him. He just shrugs me off, opening the door and slamming it on me. It hits me in the face, knocking me to the floor. I scream out in pain, sitting up and rubbing my head. I look at my hand, noticing there was blood on it.

"Fuck," I mutter, feeling light-headed. I stand up, using the door handle to hold myself up. I almost fall, but quickly regain my balance and open the door.

"Michael, help me!" I cry, grabbing the hand rail and slowly descending the stairs.

"God!" I cry out, screaming and crying hysterically. I give up on walking down the stairs, sitting down and feeling my head again. There was no blood, so I assumed it was only a little cut.

"Michael," I whisper, feeling the tears escape my eyes and fall down my cheeks. I hear someone coming up the stairs, and stand up.

"Michael?" I call out, sniffling and wiping my eyes.

"George?" Rachel calls out, bolting up the stairs and taking in my appearance. "What happened?"

"He proposed," I whimper. "And I said no."

"Why?" She asks, sitting down next to me.

"People who get married are always unhappy. You know that."

"Do you really think you would be unhappy with Michael?"

"Never," I whisper. "I love him so much, and he's gone."

"He's not gone," Rachel giggles. "He's in your room cuddling with one of your shirts."

"Of course he is," I smile, rubbing my head and groaning loudly.

"Are you alright?" Rachel asks.

"He slammed the door on me. I'm okay," I say.

"Do you want me to help you up?" She asks. I nod, grabbing her hand as she pulls me up.

"Are you going to talk to him?" She asks as we get to our door.

"Yeah, I'll try," I whisper, slowly making my way towards my door which was closed. As I go to turn the handle, I can hear the sound of silent sobs coming from the other side of the door. I feel a tear fall down my cheek at the sound, slowly opening the door and looking at Michael. He was curled up on my bed, my pyjama shirt scrunched up in his hands. I squeeze my eyes shut at the sight, slowly walking towards him.

"Michael," I whisper. He snaps his head towards me, sitting up and shuffling backwards. "Michael..." I whimper. He looks up at me, immediately looking away as our eyes meet.

"Michael I want to marry you."

"No you don't," He states plainly.

"When I was lying on the hard floor with a giant pain in my head, all I could think about is you and how happy you make me and how much I love you. I don't think we will be unhappy, Mikey. I have just always been apposed to marriage and I honestly never thought I would want to get married. But you are my exception. I want to marry you, no one else. I want you for the rest of my life, I want you to marry me and make me as happy as you have this past year. God, I love you and I never want you to leave me," I cry, wiping my eyes. He stands up, rushing towards me and taking my hands. He goes to kiss them but notices the blood on them, looking at my face with a worried and pained expression.

"What happened?" He asks me, stroking my cheek with one hand and holding my hand in his other.

"I'm fine," I say, trying to pull my hand away from his so he could stop examining it.

"George..." He says. "Did I do this?"

"You slammed the door," I whimper. "I'm okay. My head is fine, I promise. Please just propose to me again," I plead.

"Your head?" He asks.

"I'm fine, Michael."

"I did this?" He asks. I nod, looking away. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm okay, really," I say.

"I'm taking you to a hospital."

"Michael, I'm fine," I giggle. "Just propose again, doofus, so I can say yes."

"You really want me to propose now? You want to get married?"

"Yes. Or we can stay engaged forever, whatever floats your boat," I say, shrugging.

"I love you," He laughs, placing his hands on my hips and resting his forehead against mine.

"I love you too," I smile, breathing out shakily.

"But we don't have to get married," He smiles.

"But... I want to marry you."

"Well then I'll propose another time," He giggles.

"But-"

"The moment has passed, lets just enjoy the rest of your birthday."

"Alright," I smile, too tired to argue. Then we both climbed back into bed and cuddled until we fell asleep.

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lol that sucked but just wanted an alternate ending ok bye