5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mikey Imagine

Personal imagine for @mgcclifford on IG

Have you ever felt so alone, even in a room full of people, and not known what to do?
How to interact? How to cope? How to make sure you stay fully composed and not let your facade slip?
That's how I am right now.
Sat alone, nursing a glass of water, and watching the groups of people interact with each other.
They talk, they flirt, they laugh and they smile. Meanwhile, I'm wearing a frown that's been permanently etched onto my face because I'm an absolute misery.
I trace the condensation on my glass, creating smiley faces to pass the time, and I let my mind wander to last week.
~1 week ago~
"Antonia!" Michael growls, storming into my room as I pick up clothing from the floor. His presence takes me by surprise, I had no idea he was coming over. "I think you have some damn explaining to do."
I narrow my eyes at his angry outburst, trying to piece together what I must have done to pissed him off, but my mind is completely blank.
"Explain what?"
I carry on tidying my room, feeling his gaze burning into my back and making me feel uncomfortable.
"Explain my mates seeing you having dinner with some blonde guy. Laughing and enjoying yourself. A little too much, might I add."
He spits the words in my direction and it causes my body to stiffen. I can't believe this is happening. Does he really think....
"You're cheating on me."
"Michael, no I'm not."
I try to stand tall, make him believe me, but it's obvious he's far past listening to the truth.
"I'm not fucking stupid." He fumes, chest rising and falling rapidly, the green in his eyes blazing with fury, "we're over."
~ present day ~
He hasn't returned my calls, replied to texts or listened to the messages I sent via his friends. It's really over.
I slump in my chair, resting my elbow on the table top, and hold my head up with my fist. I chose to come out for the first time since we broke up, in attempt to feel human, but I've never felt so alone and broken. I should just go home, hide under a blanket and cry into a tub of ice cream.
"He was your cousin," my body stills at the soft voice next to me, my breath hitching in my body, "I'm such an idiot."
I look up to see Michael, eyes dimmed of its usual brightness, with his hair messed atop his head.
"I can't believe I didn't listen to you and I left. I hate myself."
He drops down into the chair opposite me, fingers playing with the sleeves of his jumper, and he looks uncomfortable. Scared to admit he's wrong.
"It's not your fault-"
"It is, Antonia. I screwed up something perfect, for what? To feel miserable and think my life is terrible because I lost the one good thing in it?"
I don't speak, I just listen to him confess how he feels and it breaks my heart. I want him to want me back.
"I'm an absolute idiot."
He sobs, tears finally escaping his eyes, and I look at the broken man in front of me. I want to fix him.
"You're not." He shakes his head as I scoot closer to him, wanting to convince him of what he did was right. Sort of. "You wanted to protect yourself. I get that. You thought I had done the unspeakable and you wanted to make sure it didn't happen again and that it ended on your terms. Again, I understand. But you need to understand that I am not that kind of person."
He looks up at me and I feel like I'm getting through to him. I love him, but he needs to be more open minded when it comes to our relationship.
"I love you, no guy will ever compare to you. You need to know that."
I place my hand on top of his, curling my fingers around his fist and feel his hand holding onto mine like it's a life vest in water.
"I love you, too."