Airplanes || M.C.
Requested: Not really but my bff josie really wanted me to do it so i did this is for you bae
Word count: 2,619
Warnings: foul language / mention of sex / alcohol
Pairing: Michael/Reader
Writer: Ellie
Summary: Based on Airplanes by 5 Seconds Of Summer. Listen to it here.
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Michael considered the day you told him you had a boyfriend the worst day of his life. Since 7th grade he had been planning to ask you out for the end of school formal. He had the intention of asking you on one of your midnight walks around the neighborhood, but along came Damon
You were actually Calum's bestfriend. Well, best girl friend at least, because Calum's actual bestfriend would be Michael himself. Every since you got transferred to the boys' class due to a couple of girls bullying you, Michael had fallen head over heels for you. For three years, he had sat on his hands, thinking that would keep him from doing anything stupid. It hadn't.
One day in 10th grade, during the 20 minute break, Michael had been playing football with Calum and when he kicked the ball it landed straight on your face. Calum immediately ran to you and helped you up. Everyone laughed and your bullies made a huge deal out of it, but Calum managed to make the laughing stop. He took you to the nurse and Michael followed quietly, whispering sorry every ten seconds.
After that Calum and you had become great friends. You and Michael would have little talks sometimes about music or video games, but he always was so unusually quiet around you. He never was his real self because he was scared you wouldn't like his real self. You were in his head all the time. Your eyes reminded him of bright neon signs that lighted up the sky and every time you smiled, everything suddenly seemed brighter, better.
Calum had offered multiple times to serve as Michael's wingman, but Michael never agreed. He was always looking for signs that you liked him too, but they never came.
You always thought of Michael as the mysterious pop punk guy who was your best friend's best friend and to be honest when puberty hit him he became rather good looking, however you never thought of him as a crush. It was obvious you had many interests in common and that you could talk for hours, but it just never crossed your mind.
One night in 11th, you had left your house at midnight. You sat at a bench close to your school and just cried. So much was going on and you just couldn't take it. Coincidentially, Michael had left his house too that night. When he couldn't sleep he would walk around, and on that night's walk he saw you crying so he went to you. That's how you actually started talking to him.
When you told him you were dating Damon he felt like his heart had been stabbed repeatedly. The man was good looking: brunette hair with emerald green eyes. He could play guitar, sing, and skate, all the things you told Michael your dream guy could do. Michael had 2/3 of the qualities, but the fact that he never spoke up ruined his chance. He'd gone straight to Calum's to let out all his sorrows.
"Do you have beer?" he asked Calum as soon as he opened the door.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Calum said. "I obviously have beer."
"Good." Michael said letting himself inside Calum's house.
"What's up?" Calum asked Michael shutting the door behind him. Michael went directly into Calum's kitchen and opened the fridge to get out two beers. He threw one at Calum and then traveled to the couch, throwing himself on it ending up lying on his back.
"(Y/N) is dating that Damian guy." Michael said popping the beer's cap and taking a sip.
"You mean Damon?" Calum asks sitting on top of Michael's legs. "Yeah, she told me."
"But I had my plan and everything!" Michael said sitting up, making Calum lose his balance on his legs and fall to the side. "I was going to ask her out over one of our midnight walks. I was going to confess my undying love for her and she was going to be so moved because I'm so cute and she would accept."
"You took too long, mate." Calum shrugged. "You sat on your hands for too long."
"Thanks, you're really helping." Michael rolled his eyes.
"Sorry, but it's the truth, what do you want me to say?"
"I want you to say it's not going to last."
"Michael, Damon makes (Y/N) happy." Calum told Mike. "I'm not going to wish for their break up because you weren't brave enough to ask her out."
"Wow, okay." Michael said standing up and heading for the door. "See you later, mate."
He slammed the door shut and started walking home.
Weeks passed before you turned up for another midnight walk at Michael's window. Michael wasn't expecting you to come since you stopped coming several weeks ago, so he was asleep. You knocked a couple of times before he woke up. He rubbed his face and checked his clock. 12:04. When he noticed it was you he freaked. He was wearing an old tshirt and boxers. He ran to his closet and slipped on a pair of skinny jeans and tried to fix his hair on his bathroom mirror. He then ran to open the window for you and you sat on the frame.
"Hey." you greeted.
"Hey." Michael said trying to not look as nervous as he was. "I wasn't expecting you."
"I know, I'm so sorry." you told him. "I've been doing other stuff so I kind of skipped a few weeks. I hope you're not that angry at me."
Michael kind of wanted to be angry at you. You could've called, texted, told him in school, but you didn't. Then he looked into your eyes and his stomach felt like when he was on an airplane and it had just taken off. Your eyes sparkled like ember in the darkness and then he wasn't angry. Not even a little bit.
"I couldn't be mad at you if I tried." Michael said heading back to his bathroom to brush his teeth. You went inside his room and turned on the light.
You were wearing a black skirt with a bunch of cartoon aliens printed on it and a tank top tucked in on it. On your feet you wore platform booties and your hair was in a bun. Michael loved how you looked. Every time he looked at you, even if it was only for a second, loud sirens played in his head and sparks lighted around you. He felt as if nothing bad could ever happen. He felt invincible.
He finished brushing his teeth and then changed his old shirt for an Iron Maiden tank. It was almost summer so it was getting hot as hell, but that didn't stop you from having your walks.
"What do you want to talk about today?" Michael asked you as he laced his converse on.
"About how I'm not a virgin anymore." you said as if it wasn't a big deal. Michael dropped the laces and looked up at you. "And how I have a date for the formal."
"Oh." Michael said. Fuck, he thought. He really had missed his shot now.
"Don't worry, I'm not giving you any dirty details." you joked. "I just thought I should tell you. And I know that it's not really a big deal, but I'm actually excited about it."
"Yeah?" Michael asked. He tried not to say much so his voice wouldn't give away how upset he was.
"Yeah." you smiled. "And about formal..."
"Damon asked you?" Michael asked standing up.
"Yeah." you nodded. "But I can't dance for shit"
Michael tried to smile, he really did.
"I was wondering if I could practice with you." you said. Michael frowned.
"(Y/N), I can't dance either." Michaell told you.
"I know, that's why I'm asking you." you told him. "That was we can both practice for formal."
"I don't think I'm even going." Michael confessed.
"What the fuck?" you asked. "Why?"
"I don't have a date." Michael shrugged getting out his window and onto the grass. "The girl I was thinking about asking is already taken."
"That doesn't mean you can't go!" you said following him. "Calum can be your date."
"Are you kidding me?" Michael laughed waiting for you to catch up to him. "He has every girl at school at his feet."
"Oh, come on!" you said pulling his hand to you. Immediately he heard the sirens in his head again and his heart beated faster. You pulled him so he was standing in front of you."Let's dance."
Michael looked at you. You looked so beautiful. The only thing providing light was the streetlight you were standing under. He wanted to kiss you. God, he wanted to kiss you so bad. He knew he wouldn't though, so he didn't.
"You know what, I'm not feeling very well." Michael said slipping his hand away from yours. "I'm heading home."
"What?" you asked sadly.
"I'm sorry." he said and then he ran home. He couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. All he could think about was you and how you were wrapped around the arms of another man.
The night of the formal, Michael actually decided to go. His idea of formal were unripped skinny jeans and a leather jacket, so that's what he wore. He got there later than everyone else, so when he came inside the building everyone was dancing already, slow dancing. He spotted Calum and his date on the dance floor and a bunch of girls looking at them in awe.
He went to sit down on one of the empty tables. Half eaten plates were sitting on the one he chose. He looked at Calum and the girl dancing along to a song he recognized as Sam Smith. He wished it wasn't the same song for all the slow dances ever, but brushed it off. After a few seconds he noticed you dancing with Damon. All he could think was how fucking beautiful you looked. At one point he was so angry at himself. He was sure you two were made for each other and he didn't want to wait for you anymore.
The song ended and the DJ played a fatser song and the couples started to dance to that too. Michael saw Damon whisper something into your ear. You smiled and then Damon left you. You continued dancing by yourself on the dance floor. He watched you song after song, as creepy as that sounds. He just couldn't help it; you looked so happy!
He stood up to get a drink and a girl that seemed to be drunk walked up to you.
"Heyyy!" she shouted over the music.
"Hey." Michael said uninterested.
"Do you want to fuck on the bathroom?" she laughed. Michael frowned and then rolled his eyes.
"Jesus Christ." he mumbled before walking away with his punch in hand. He went to sit on the table he was and sniffed the drink to see if it was spiked. The smell of vodka immediately filled his nostrils. He hesitated on drinking it a first, but then he didn't care.
"Fuck it." he said before chugging the drink. The strong liquid burned his throat, but he didn't care. The woosyness hit him instantly.
He looked up to the dance floor again, but he didn't see you. He looked around but didn't suceed on finding you. He stood up to get some air.
"Forget about her, forget about her, you fuckhead!" he told to himself. He hit his head a couple of times before breaking down. He slid down the wall. He harshly wiped his tears away. He was so angry about everything. Why couldn't he have been braver? Why couldn't he had been the one who got to call you his?
He was on his way home, wondering why he even bothered to come, when he saw you sitting on the same bench he found you crying two years ago. You had your head down, so his first impression is that you were drunk and fell asleep, but as he got closer he saw your shoulders raising and lowering, giving away that you were crying. He walked to you and then sat next to you on the bench. You looked up to see him sitting there. Your make up was dripping down your cheeks, but to Michael, you still looked amazing.
"Isn't this how we met?" Michael asked you. You smiled wiping your tears (and makeup) off your face.
"I believe we met when you kicked a ball and hit me in the face." you told him. Michael chuckled and looked down at his hands.
"What's up, ladybug?" he asked you. You frowned. He hadn't called you that for so long. Maybe it was because you didn't talk to him in the last two months.
"You're going to say I told you so." you said. Michael didn't say anything, he just stared at you with concern. "Damon cheated on me."
Michael's stomach filled with fury and his jaw clenched, but he decided to play relaxed.
"I never told you Damon would hurt you though." Michael reminded you.
"But you thought about it." you replied. "I know you, Michael."
"I'm breaking his pretty face, you know?" Michael told you.
"No you're not." you said.
Michael wanted to scream. He wanted to scream everything he never told you. How every time he saw you those fucking sirens played in his head, how your eyes shone like lighted up kerosene, how every time your skin came in contact with his he felt like he was on a plane that was about to take off. All these things mentioned earlier, he wanted to scream them at you.
"I'm going to tell you something now." Michael let you know.
"Okay." you said in a confused tone.
"(Y/N) I am so fucking in love with you." he said.
"What?" you asked wide eyed.
"Shh!!!" Michael shut you up. "Ever since 7th grade I've had the biggest, dumbest crush on you and I never did anything about it because I just didn't think you'd like me. (Y/N) every time I look at you I feel like I'm being raised off the ground and there's this fucking noise in my head as if to warn me. I've been keeping this and I asked Calum to keep it because I am too much of a damn coward to do anything about it, but I have to admit I'm a little drunk and very sad and very angry so I'm saying it now. Besides if I have to keep this shit to myself for one more goddamn night I'm going to explode, so if you want to run the fuck away from me and never talk to me again, then do that, but at least I'll have finally told you what I feel. I can't keep crying myself to sleep regretting not ever telling you."
"Fuck." you let out after that. "Michael, us as a couple had never gone through me head."
Michael ran a hand through his hair nervously. He was ready to stand up and leave. When you saw his intentions you stopped him.
"Wait." you ordered. He sat back down. "I never considered the fact that I might like you too."
Michael bit his lip.
"We- we can give this a try." you told him. "We can try this."
The sirens in Michael's head grew louder.
" 'This' meaning?" Michael asked.
"This." you said pulling his face to yours, your lips crashing against each other. The sirens were blaring in Michael's head and right then they started to sound in your head too.
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