#kichael

kat ok so heres a lil imagine i wrote up, for your squad or whatever you want 

I was sitting on the couch, hugging me legs against my chest, staring at the blank wall in front of me. I’ve been feeling like shit lately, nothing seemed to be working out and my head felt like a messy closet.

"Kat?" I didn’t move a muscle when I heard the familiar voice sounding so far away. 

I felt the couch sink next to me, a leg against my bare foot. “Your room mate let me in.” Michael said, noticing that I wasn’t in the mood to speak. 

"Kat, c’mon. I know you’ve been feeling bad lately and you haven’t been returning any of my calls, or texts. I’m worried about you Kat."

I smirked slightly to myself. Bad. That was one way to describe it, and I knew that he didn’t understand, and I knew that it wasn’t his fault but I didn’t want to be pitied. 

I finally turned to him. “Thanks for stopping by.” I mumbled, barely audible. 

"Kat, I want to see you. I want to be with you."

I thought for 0.02 seconds, I didn’t want to think anymore. I turned my head to him, looking at him for the first time tonight. 

"Me too." I simply said.

I seemed to have caught him off guard. “What?”

"I want to be with you too." I explained, shrugging my shoulders slightly. A small smile was forming on his lips, getting bigger within seconds.

He opened up is arms, pulling me against him and I fell into him like a little kid. He gently rubbed my back up and down with his finger tips, and was playing with the ends of my hair. 

 I lifted my head up to rest it in the crook of his neck, lips gently leaving trails against his soft skin.  He repositioned himself as I started to slowly push him down the couch while leaving soft kisses on his shoulders. 

I pushed him down till is back hit the couch, my tongue poking out of my mouth, licking his smooth skin. He moaned your name softly, and lifted you up by the wait and finally connecting your lips.