5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Michael Part 2

Michael

Y/N's POV:

"Why are you still here?" I roughly asked. "Do you love seeing me broken? Is that why you keep sticking around? You know what Michael? I want you to leave, and don't come back until you give me a proper explanation on how you've been acting lately because I'm fucking done." I finished.

"I will." Michael said, and with that he left. He was probably going to the club again, where he always went to. He didn't go there just when we faught, but he went there almost everyday.

Call me stupid, but I still stayed with Michael after our realationship was obviously going downhill.

I thought we could work things out, but it ended up badly.

My chest weaved up and down, not seeming to calm down. What if this was the last fight we were going to have? What if this would be the end of us?

It was almost one in the morning, and Mikey hasn't come home yet. He left before six o'clock, and didn't bother to call. It has been a few days since the day he refused about cheating on me, and me believing him.

My eyes voluntarily closed from being open for so long. I leaned my head on the end of the sofa I was sitting on. I curled into a ball, and made myself comfortable.

The familiar scent of alcohol filled my nostrils, and my guess was right. He drank while I waited up for him. I was so tired of being the one staying up, and him being able to do whatever he wanted. Maybe it was my turn to drink, and for him to wait until I got home drunk out of my mind.

Maybe it was his turn to experience what I went through every night for him.

"Where were you?" I asked, even when I knew where he was, I wanted him to confirm. "I was recording with the guys Y/N. Why do you have to be so clingy?" Michael replied.

I tilted my head, and scratched the side of my neck. I was not clingy, I'm sorry for wanting love from my boyfriend.

"That's interesting because I called Calum, and he said he was at home the whole day. So I called Luke to see if you were with him, but he said he was out with his family on the beach. The last person I called was Ash, and guess what? He said he was in bed on Twitter replying to fans the entire day." I said, and stood in front of him.

I had to look up because he was so tall. I wasn't afraid, but I think he was.

Mikey looked concerned for a moment before shaking his head. "Were you stalking me?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, of course he would think that than know the real problem. "I wasn't stalking you. I was fucking worried about you so I asked the guys if they knew where you were." I explained.

He chuckled, turning his face away from me. It looked as if he wanted to run out of the door or he regretted coming home.

"You come home with liquor laced with your breath, and I want to know who the cunt is." I continued as I observed his body. "It's not what it looks like." Mikey rushed, but I cut him off. "Save that movie bullshit on someone else! You have hickeys all over your neck Michael, and I know it's not from me because I barely see you. Just tell me the truth!" I shouted, and pushed at his chest.

He stumbled back, still at his drunken state then collected himself. "I swear, it really isn't what it looks like Y/N." Michael told me.

I was done of him lying. I might've stuck around when he first showed the signs of cheating, but I was actually through with him now.

"Stop lying!" I yelled louder than I expected. "Alright, fuck! You want to hear that I've been cheating on you? Fine! I have been." He replied the last words softer.

I bit my lip to distract myself from falling on my knees. All I focused on was the pain that my bottom lip gave me, soon enough I tasted blood.

"For how long?" I asked, my voice cracking in the process. "A few months." The words left his mouth, and I choked on a sob.

I knew he cheated, I just didn't want to believe it. "I fucking knew it." I whispered. I wasn't as surprised as I thought I would have been. Maybe because I knew this was coming someday.

"I'm just a person Y/N. It was a mistake!" Michael shouted, and I looked at him through my eyelashes.

"It's not a mistake if you've been fucking her for months." I said, and pushed past him to our bedroom, getting a suitcase from our shared closet.

I threw in the first few things my hands got a hold of, I just wanted to be away from him.

He was hurting me so much, I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" Mikey worriedly asked, his frame towering over me as I finished packing my stuff. "I'm leaving." I said, pulling the suitcase behind me.

"Can you at least tell me when you'll be back." He commanded more than asked, blocking my way. "The only time I'm coming back is to get the rest of my stuff, but after that I won't be back." I said my last words, and tried to leave.

"I never intended to hurt you baby. Please just come to bed with me, and we'll talk more in the morning. Let's cuddle, and forget about this whole thing." Mikey pleaded for me to stay, but I sent him daggers instead of running into his loving arms.

"You're the first person to ever crawl into my heart, and crush it within seconds. I shouldn't have given it to you. I knew we were losing interest with one another, but I didn't know you were the kind to cheat. I guess it was my fault for staying though." I sniffled, my arms lifting up to wipe my tear stained face.

"What do you want me to say?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

"At least say sorry for breaking my heart. At least say sorry for tearing me apart." I answered, and dodged past him when he was too weak to stop me.

"But I love you." He whispered before I went downstairs. It completely broke my heart to see him like this so I made sure to never hear his cries again.

The only way to let that happen was to leave him for good.

I heard his quiet sobs as I left the house, but he did this to himself. I loved him so much, but he obviously didn't feel the same.

I gave him many chances, he could have stopped cheating. He was so brave to continue cheating after I confronted him about it.

"Please don't go!" Michael yells at the top of his lungs. I see him on his knees out on the driveway while I was inside the car. The headlights blinded him as he held his hand to cover his eyes. His knees were somewhat shaking, and his eyes were bloodshot.

It might've been from him crying or the alcohol. I didn't know anymore.

I wanted to comfort him, and tell him we could start over, but I stayed strong. "Y/N! Please forgive me. I'm so sorry." He said which made me consider going back.

I drove away before actually living up to my thoughts, I didn't want to let him back in.

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