#michaeloneshot

This here is difficult, not being able to see. I'm laying here in a bed not being able to see anything but hear everything. Day after day goes by as I hear my best mates and girlfriend cry over the fact that I'm in a coma. Yeah, you heard me right, a coma. Being in a coma absolutely sucks. I tell my body to move and it just denies my request. I'm in a complete blackout. All I see is darkness. When I do see something it's the accident all over again, like it's on replay. It kills me a little more everytime seeing the collision. The picture is so vivid.

-

"Beatrice, let's go!" I yelled making my way towards the car.

Beatrice has been acting weird lately. Once we got in the car I saw right through her. She wasn't herself. I just got home from tour and ever since she hasn't been herself. It looked as if she hasn't slept in days. She looked drained from life.

"Are you okay?" I asked driving out of the drive way. Beatrice completely ignored me. "Bea, I know something is wrong." I told her. "I'm fine." She simply replied.

"That's a total lie. I know you too well." I wanted to know what was wrong but she wasn't telling me. "Michael, I'm fine." Beatrice said once again. "Beatrice, stop lying to me." I was becoming upset.

"Michael, just drop it." She sighed. “No I'm not going to drop it! You're not yourself! Why can't you tell me what wrong? I'm your boyfriend, bestfriend. You can tell me anything but you not. Just tell me. Lying doesn't- " Beatrice cut me off.

"I'm pregnant." Beatrice whispered.

"What?" I asked, shocked. I didn't know how to react. “Yeah, I'm pregnant." Beatrice cried. “Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked.

“Why didn't I tell you? For many reasons. You're fans. Fans try to hurt me already, bringing a baby into the equation doesn't help. You're constantly on tour.  I don't know how I'll raise a baby on my own." Beatrice started to cry. “Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked.

“Why didn't I tell you? For many reasons. You're fans. Fans try to hurt me already, bringing a baby into the equation doesn't help. You're constantly on tour.  I don't know how I'll raise a baby on my own." Beatrice started to cry.

“You still should have told me!" I yelled. “No, I couldn't. Everytime we talked we argued. What was I just suppose to be like, 'Hey babe, I'm pregnant, let's stop fighting.' No, because you've been even worse. I can't deal with this anymore." She cried more.

"Why are you so selfish! We're in this together-" I yelled. “Oh I'm selfish. You're the one that acted like I didn't exist while you were on tour." Beatrice yelled back.

"This is not about me it's about you lying! Why couldn't you just tell me!" I yelled some more. "I hate you! You're such a jerk! You have changed!" She yelled. "Oh I'm the jerk! Why does this happen all-" I was stopped by Beatrice.

"Michael!" Beatrice screamed. I saw headlights of another car coming towards, then there was the impact. I remember looking over and seeing Beatrice's body next to me her face covered in blood and ambulance sirens in the distance. "Beatrice." I struggled to say. I grabbed her hand because I didn't know if I would ever see her again. Before the paramedics got there I passed out.

-

Beatrice and the baby were okay. She told me. She comes in and talks to me all the time. I feel better that it was me in a coma instead of her. Bea could've lost the baby if she have went into a coma. It was all my fault this happend. If I had controlled my anger, we could've talked it out. I'm not even sure if we're still together. That doesn't matter right now. I'm glad they're okay.

"Hey, Michael it's Bea."

I know.

"I miss you. It's been 2 months since the accident. I'm almost 3 months along. I wish you were here to see our baby develop. I get to know the gender soon. I just wish you were awake. I'm sorry for everything. I just want my boyfriend back. Please come back to me and our baby." Bea grabbed my hand and started to cry.

It's been 2 months already? I miss you so much. I always try to wake up but my body won't let me.

"I'm not giving up on you, Michael. Im going to stay because you're my love, my partner in crime, and my best friend. I need you to get through this. I love you." She kissed my forehead.

I love you too.

"I need you to come back to me. I can't raise the baby without you. Our baby can't live without a father." Bea cried.

I'm trying baby. I'm trying to get out of this but it's hard. I'm trying so much it hurts.

As you see, being in coma is difficult. It kills me more because I can't see anyone I love. I don't get to see my beautiful girlfriend go through the process of being pregnant. I don't get to see my baby grow. I don't get to write music. I let my girlfriend, mates, and fans down. I need to get through this.

-

I heard someone walk into the room

"Hey Mike, it's Luke."

Hey buddy, I miss you.

"The tour and the album is on hold because of the accident. All fans are devestated. There are some fans outside the hospital right now."

I can imagine. Those fans need to go home. Who knows when I'll wake up.

"You're parents have came to visit you. They stood as long as they could. They're coming back soon."

I can picture how heartbroken they are. I'm their only child and I have a possibility of dying.

"I overheard the doctors talking to your parents, if you don't wake up within 3 months they want to pull the plug."

Well it's nice to know that the doctors have faith in me waking up.

"It's weird I'm talking to you and you probably don't even hear me." Luke paused for a moment.

Oh, I hear you. Loud and clear.

"We're all a wreck. Bea and Cal cry together. It's sad. It's hurts Cal so much he hasn't came to see you at all. He tells Bea not to come either because to much stress on her is not good from the baby. Yet, she doesn't listen. She's been here everyday to see you."

You're killing me man. I know my girlfriend and Calum are suffering, don't have to remind me. You make me miss all of you more than I already do. It doesn't help.

"I really need you to wake up man. We can't get through anything without you."

Trust me you can. You can do it. I want to wake up from this darkness and if I don't, I hope you know to take care of my girl and baby.

-

Ashton finally came to visit me. Worst part, he came on his birthday.

"Hey, it's my birthday. No one wants to to celebrate because we're all worried about you, so I decided to spend my birthday with you."

Awe, how sweet. Seriously though, you shouldn't be here. You're just going to make yourself depressed. You're suppose to be happy on your birthday.

"We've told Bea to take it easy on visiting you because of the baby."

That's a good thing. I don't need her to lose the baby.

"We've stopped writing and making music. It's just not right without you. It's not the same. If you don't make it, I don't think we'll continue with the band. Luke, Calum, and I have been talking about it. It hurts to think you won't make it."

Don't do that. You guys love music, don't stop doing what you're doing because of me. You guys are extremely talented. If you stop, I'll be hurt.

"It will be okay because you'll make it. You're going to be a survivor, Michael." Ashton said.

That's the thing, Ash. What if I don't make it? What if I can't escape this darkness, this blackhole? This isn't a dream that I'm going to wake up from. This is reality.

-

I overheard the doctors talking about me in the room. "Your son isn't going to make. There are no signs to show that he will wake up. We've tried everything to help. I'm so sorry." The doctors told my parents. I soon hear my mom break down in tears.

"We're going to lose our son, our baby." She sobbed to my father. I can picture her in my father's embrace crying her eyes out.

My eyes were barely staying open as I continued with my work. A college student never sleeps. Even at 3am. I had so much to do. Assignments here, projects there, and exams were coming up soon. At least the workload was taking my mind off the fact that I was going to have to say goodbye to Michael tomorrow.

I glanced over at my bright-haired boyfriend who was snoozing on the sofa with the TV still on. I smiled lightly, tears welling up as I thought of how much he meant to me. I wasn’t looking forward to being apart from him again. The last time he went he was gone for two weeks and it was brutal. I can’t even begin to think about what it will be like this time, he’s going away for 3 months. I felt so alone last time, he wasn’t there to watch films with, and he wasn’t there to go to the cinema with or make dinner. It was just me and my school books. If I could barely handle being apart for two weeks, 3 months was going to be torture.

I felt arms snake around my neck; I looked over my shoulder to see a sleepy Michael resting his head on me.

“You nearly done, baby?” He whispered in my ear, I could hear the drowsiness in his voice.

“Almost…” I sighed.

“It’s 3am, you have to give yourself a break.” He replied.

“I can’t, I-" He cut me off my placing his lips on my neck and kissing me gently. He moved his mouth up until he was kissing my jawline.

I spun my body round and wound my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to me. Our hot breath intertwined as I waited before he crashed his lips onto mine, his hands pulling my waist close to his. I pulled on his hair and he moaned loudly. The kiss was deep, passionate and desperate. I needed this. I needed him. I needed to be close.

All of a sudden he pulled away from me. A look of concern filled his eyes as he brushed away a teardrop that had fallen onto my cheek. I didn’t even realise that I’d started crying.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he whispered.

I began to sob lightly. “I don’t want you to go.”

He pulled me in a hug, “It’ll all be okay.”

“But what if it isn’t?” I sobbed louder.

“What do you mean?”

“Michael, you’ll be playing to thousands every night, you’ll see so many faces. What if mine just becomes another face in the crowd?” I sniffed.

“Y/N…” He sighed, “Are you worried that I’ll forget you?” I nodded and he hugged me again, harder. “That will never ever happen. I could never forget about you, you are my world.”

I rested my forehead against his. “I can’t stand it when you’re not here.”

“We’ll get through it. We’re strong. I know we’ll be okay.”

“I don't wanna lose you.”

“You won’t.” He whispered before kissing me again.

Michael Oneshot

The hairspray cans were lined up in size order, indicating that the stylists weren’t returning until the next night for the next show. I grabbed my hairbrush and began tweaking with my hairstyle now that my hair was wet from where I had washed it (I could hardly go on a date with Y/N with sweaty hair could I?) This was going to be the first time I'd seen her since I left for my tour 4 months ago. After around 20 minutes of cussing at my reflection I screamed at the mirror,

“Just fucking go right!”

Suddenly Ashton appeared in the doorway, “Inside voices please, Michael.”

“Shut up, Ash.” I growled.

“What’s all the commotion about?” Calum enquired as he and Luke wandered into the dressing room.

“Is Mikey getting stressed about looking perfect for Y/N?” Luke cooed in my ear.

“This isn’t a fucking joke!” I shouted in a desperate tone.

The boys just laughed at me as I placed my head in my hands. “Idiots.” I murmured in a hushed voice. After a few seconds I heard stumbling (probably Luke) and giggling (definitely Ashton…) so I lifted my head to find that they were all messing about behind me. Ashton was attempting to do some kind of dance to the music we could faintly hear coming from the next room.

I groaned “You know what?” The boys stopped and waited with wide eyes (Luke’s looked unbelievably sarcastic) for me to continue. “Who cares about my hair? I’ll just blame it on me being a kick-ass guitarist sex god.” I stormed out of the room to hear hysterical laughter following me.

“IDIOTS!” I shrieked.

That’s when I noticed a figure standing at the end of the hallway. They were leaning against the door. “A kick-ass guitarist sex god?” They spoke clearly and loudly.

“Yeah… Um that’s me.” I replied nervously, whoever this is now thinks I’m a cocky moron. “Who is this?”

“A kick-ass guitarist sex god’s girlfriend.”

My eyes opened wide “Y/N!” I shouted opening my arms, she ran into my embrace and our lips collided in passion.

“I missed you, you scruffy kick ass guitarist sex god.” She smiled.

“I missed you too.” I laughed lightly.