I know this isn't a request I wrote this for myself to try to get back into writing, I feel like I haven't been very connected with writing in a long time, this isn't really that great but I just wanted to write something simple. I'll get working on requests soon, don't be shy to send some in💛
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"Come on Y/N lets gooo!" Michael called out, standing by the bottom of the stairs. You fussed with my hair one more time before calling out "I'm coming! Hold on!"
Michael wanted you come to this one party about the release of Inxs' album Kick and to be honest you really, really didn't want to go. It had nothing to do with him, it was all on you. Ever since the world decided he was a sex symbol, going to events with Michael wasn't the same. The cameras were everywhere, yelling questions about if you two were a "thing", and the press the next day??? They were awful.
However Michael was persistent and he wanted you there tonight because this was going to be important and you were his best friend. So you agreed to go and you had be dreading it since.
Walking down the stairs you stopped at the last step, spinning in a slow circle. "You look amazing love!" He exclaimed, looking at you from all angles.
A smile crept onto your face, "Thank you Michael, really." You took his outstretched hand, still smiling as you headed out the door.
Once the car you were in reached the destination, your stomach fell out and you swore it landed in your shoes. "Michael please, I can't go in there."
He leaned back in his seat, "Whats the matter?? You okay??"
You took a deep breath before looking down at the floor, "It's just really hard to go in there, there's so many people and cameras. I'm all over the papers the next morning, it's a lot to take."
Michael's face turned into a mix of concentration and concern, you didn't really know what else to do except wait for him to say something you guessed.
He stuck his hand out and you placed yours in his. Squeezing your hand he began to speak, "I get it Y/N really, I get freaked out about it too. That's why I wanted you to come but I guess it's selfish since I never thought about how it might bother you."
"No no!" You reassured him, "I'm happy to support you really, you had no idea it's okay!"
Michael's thumb caressed your knuckles, "What if we just hold hands the whole time? I'll be right there during the whole thing." His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.
"I like that." You replied as you opened the car door.
