5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Michael Part 1

Y/N's POV:

I tried to wrap my arm around Michael's waist, but he moved away for me to even get my hand on him.

"Are you okay babe?" I asked, getting worried that he might not be in a good mood. "I'm fine." He grumbled.

I left it alone, not wanting to push it any further than it already was. I rolled back to my side of the bed, and didn't feel that familiar feeling of safety that I usually felt when I fell asleep.

Michael used to hold me so tightly that I would be snuggled into him. I would be lost out of breath by how much emotion he used to show me every night.

For all I knew, I was now sleeping next to a stranger.

I thought about why Michael could've been cranky. The pressure of being in the band, and pleasing their audience. The tours, and performances they had to do every week. The stress of recording albums, and practicing the songs so they wouldn't forget. The words media kept throwing at them at high speed, rumors and lies about their own life. They were all possibilities, and I hated the way he had to live from now on.

I was happy that he is successful of course, but I was sad that he had to put up with so much shit.

I sighed, and fell asleep with a slight headache. I would have to ask him tomorrow when he was in a better mood.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes. Mikey woke me up by getting out of bed, and putting his leather jacket on. "Go back to sleep, I'll be home later." He excused himself.

I stood up, getting sick and tired of his excuses. "Where are you going?" I sternly asked.

"I'm going out Y/N, damn." He snapped, and slammed the door on his way out, making me flinch. My mouth gaped open, this was the first time I've seen him act like this.

Sure, he was distancing himself from me, but he barely snapped at me. I took a deep breath, and checked the time.

It was four in the morning, and I didn't know where he should've been at this time. I was getting angrier as the clock ticked, sending me over the edge.

I wanted to know where he kept going early in the morning. Why he left me alone for most of the day. Why he was turning into a jerk. Why I was losing feelings for this person I thought I knew. Why he changed.

Yet I didn't do anything to find out.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked when he came home at seven in the morning. He smelled of liquor so I knew he was drunk.

"Can't you see I'm drunk Y/N? We'll talk later." He said while walking up the stairs to our room. "No Michael, you tell me we'll talk, but you never talk to me. I want answers." I replied which stopped his actions.

I rose up from the couch, and faced him with confidence.

He bowed his head, reversing back down to the living room. He barely held himself up so he used the wall for support.

"What can't you understand? I am drunk Y/N. I didn't mean to cheat on you!" He yelled, and chuckled.

The only sound was the water that dripped from the kitchen faucet. I couldn't even hear myself think.

My breath got stuck in my body, and I gasped for air. The lump in my throat grew as he kept on laughing to himself.

"What?" I asked, my voice cracking. "I said I didn't mean to cheat on you." He repeated.

The thing was, I wasn't going to ask him about cheating on me. I just wanted to know why he left so early, and came home at night.

If he didn't confess himself, I wouldn't have known. He would've kept cheating on me until I found out myself.

My sight grew blurry as I hurried past him to our bedroom. I locked the door, he was going to be sleeping on the couch.

I broke down, looking everywhere around the room. Trying to get Michael out of my mind, I tried to think of myself.

How I would cope with Michael's confession.

I ran my fingers through my hair, and stopped when I reached the tangles at the end. I frustratedly wiped the tears from my face, he surely didn't deserve to see me weak.

There was a knock on the door, and I rolled my eyes. "Sleep on the couch Michael." I said.

I heard his footsteps run down the stairs. I sank down to the floor, and thought about packing a bag and leaving.

But what if Mikey was just really drunk that he made that whole cheating up? "I'll ask him tomorrow, and if he says it was nothing then I'll believe him." I said to myself, and smiled.

I decided to stay up until the sun fully peeked through the window. I didn't get a blink of sleep, not even a rest because I kept thinking about what happened with Michael earlier.

"Y/N? Why's the door locked?" Michael asked. I opened the door, revealing my wide smile. "Sorry, I guess I forgot to unlock it." I replied. He grinned, and lightly kissed my forehead.

"Have you been crying?" He asked, studying my swollen eyes. "I watched this sad film while you were gone." I lied, and shrugged.

It seemed as if he had forgotten about the events from seven in the morning. I opened my mouth to ask him about it, but closed it.

I gathered all my courage, and decided to ask him. It was now or never, I needed answers. "Are you cheating on me?" I suddenly asked, making Michael snap his head at me from the bathroom.

He looked at me from the mirror, and furrowed his eyebrows. I gulped, regretting opening my mouth.

"Are you actually asking me that right now?" He replied with a question. He didn't sound upset, just surprised that I would even ask something that absurd.

I nodded my head, not being able to speak. "I'm not cheating on you Y/N, I never have." He replied.

I forced a smile, earning a fake smile from him too. I walked away, and to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

I wanted to believe him, I really did. There was just this small part of me that said he was lying. It told me to flee while I still had the chance, and not get my heart broken.

It was already cracked, I didn't need it in half.

"Why'd you ask me?" Mikey's voice startled me, and I dropped the glass in the sink. Thankfully it didn't break, but it had a loud landing.

"It's nothing." I replied. "Just tell me." Michael urged, sweetly looking at my lips then eyes.

It amazed me how he could change so quickly. He became distant with me, and now he acted as if we were okay.

"You came home drunk around seven in the morning, and I asked you where you were. You told me we'd talk later then you said you didn't mean to cheat on me." I explained, my eyes coating with tears from repeating the events. I held them back, and stared into Michael's greenish eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed up, and down for a while. His hesitation made me overthink the whole situation.

"You did cheat on me." I said in realization. He shook his head, and licked his lips worriedly. "I promise I didn't babe. You know how I get when I'm drunk, I say things I don't mean." Michael replied in a hush tone.

What he said wasn't a total lie. When he got drunk, he would yell at me for doing the tiniest things. I forgave him because he was drunk, and he didn't physically hurt me. He sometimes hurt me emotionally, but nothing I couldn't handle.

"Okay." I whispered. "I love you Y/N, with all my heart. I'm sorry for not showing I love you lately, but I really do. I'm just really stressed out right now, and I'm trying to get through the day." Mikey sighed out.

I pecked his lips, but didn't feel that feeling of love. I shook it off, savoring the moment of us working things out.

Hey guys! School sucks, and I hate it. I'm trying something new with how I write so it'll be one shots unless you guys want more. I think I'm doing a part two for this. Please vote and comment. Xx