Michael Jackson Imagines

Wild • Finale

Y/N thought she saw a familiar face. She felt sick to her stomach as she tried to spot him again in the crowd. She could see the men, howling for her to continue. She could see one of her co-workers, looking at her confused. Then she saw him. Staring dead at her with an expression that she just couldn't read. Next to him was Damien and she could've sworn he was smirking.

She weakly walked towards the stairs, almost tripping over her high heels. She already knew Michael was looking at her.

Michael stood up from his seat and followed after her. She walked down a long hallway. He was about to go through but Jazmin stopped him, "You can't go through, Michael. The dressing rooms are down here."

Michael had met her a few times before when he came to pick up Y/N. So she works here too.

"You knew about this..." Michael said.

"What was I supposed to do? Tell you?"

She was right. He had no right to tell her anything. Her loyalty was with Y/N and he didn't even know her. "Let me see her."

She shook her head.

"Please... I want to set things straight with her," he pleaded.

She looked around and hesitated. "Okay."

•••

She sat in front if the lit vanity and stared at herself. Tears welled in her eyes but they didn't fall. "Don't cry... Don't cry..."

Paola, a friend and waitress, had followed after her when she saw her leave. She leaned agaisn't the doorframe looking at her. "What happened out there?"

"Nothing... just felt sick suddenly."

She looked up at the mirror and turned around suddenly when she saw him. "Michael... How did you get here?... never mind. Paola, would you mind?"

She nodded and left, not before greeting Michael. He only nodded in acknowledgment. Y/N slowly turned around.

"You were expecting to keep this hidden forever?" Michael asked as he looked around the room. There were mannequins with different outfits and wigs.

She shook her head, "Michael... Don't start."

"Can't you see how I feel? It doesn't feel good to see the woman you've learned to admire up there on display for everyone to see!" He looked away as if he couldn't bare to look at her.

She stood up and walked closer to him. "Believe me, I don't like this. But sometimes you have to act fast to make ends meet. All my life i've depended on nobody but myself. And I'm not gonna stop now..."

He ran his hands his hair. His voice was quiet, just above a whisper. "I wouldn't want the woman I love to be working in a club everyday."

"You... Love me?" She couldn't believe it.

"Yes... So please let me take care of you. You don't have to live this life," his eyes pleaded with her.

She sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Michel. I can't do that."

Maybe she was being too prideful. Maybe she should've just swallowed her pride and accepted. All she wanted was to be with him and she didn't know if he wanted her now after her response.

He turned around to leave. There was nothing he could do. He couldn't force her, it was her choice.

When he was gone, all the tears she had been holding fell.

~The next day~

Y/N walked inside the building. She planned on making this the last time. She walked to her desk. She gathered her things and put them in her bag. She sighed as she heard heels strutting behind her.