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“I can be a better boyfriend- M.J”

➬ “I can be a better boyfriend-M.J | part 2”

Pairing❧ Michael Jackson x fem!reader

cw: Angstt, protectiveness, toxic bf ex, jealousy, mutual pining, insecurities, fluff..

Continuation of part 1 ♡︎…p.s this one’s a longg one so buckle up.

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As the door widens you make sure there’s enough space between Michael and you, not too suspicious not too anything.

Your boyfriend walked into the room stopping as he took a glance between you two. There’s a tension there that could be felt from miles away.

“What’s going on here?” He asked as he motioned in between the two of you. Looking like kicked puppies who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t.

“I-” before you attempted to respond Michael took a step forward and spoke.

“I came to talk to her. I had some things I wanted to say”, his voice firm and collected.

You glanced between them two, your body heat rising as you didn’t know just how much he was going to share.

Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows. “Yeah,like what?”, he asked as his gaze went to you. Your heart feeling trapped.

Michael simply responded. “Private things, she knows.” He turned to look at you, giving you a little nod letting you know it’ll all be okay. He could sense your worry.

“Yeah well she’s my girl, I don’t need anyone paying her visits to talk about private things” , your boyfriend mocked as he let out a bitter chuckle.

‘my girl’. The phrase sending Michael a sharp spike of jealousy through his chest, a different look entered his eyes.

“Is she?” Michael asked, it was so blunt and with a very obvious tone behind it. You quickly looked at him. oh gosh.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Michael’s jaw tensed as he took a step closer to him. “Is she really your girl?-or do you just like owning that title?” The words slipped out his mouth with no hesitation.

Your eyes widen as you tug on his arm and bring him closer to you. “Michael..”

Your boyfriend stood in disbelief.

He scoffed as anger flashes across his face, he stepped up to you and grabbed you harshly by the arm. “You got something you wanna tell me?” He spit out.

Michael tugged his arm away from you as he forcefully shoved him away. “Get the hell off her-don’t touch her like that.” His composure no longer calm as he saw the way he grabbed you.

“…What did you tell her, hmm?, Promise her a brand new life with you or what?” Your boyfriend bickered with a twisted scowl on his face.

Michael scoffed stepping closer to him, but covering you keeping you behind him, safely.

“I don’t have to promise her anything, that’s the thing.”

“All those nights you leave her all alone..guess who she turns to, hmm?” Michael spoke out with such confidence and composure that it made your head spin.

You could see the familiar look that was taking over your boyfriend’s face as he heard those words. You feared what he may do next so you hurriedly grabbed Michael and faced him to you. “Please, let me talk to him. I don’t want this to go any further..please ” you murmured.

He looked at you, his expression relaxed as he took in the worry in your demeanor. “I can’t leave you alone with him.”

“I don’t trust him” he simply spoke.

You lightly shook your head. “Please Michael, I’ll be okay-I need to do this the right way.” You assured him.

He sighed heavily before giving you a soft nod. “Promise you’ll call?”. His eyes looked at you with that glint of hope and plead-fullness.

“I promise.”

He gave a look to your boyfriend before heading out, he wanted to say so much more. Tell him all the all the questions. He wanted to know how he managed to mess up the most delicate thing life had blessed him with.

Before stepping out the door he looked at you once more, he didn’t want to leave you alone. With him. You gave him a nod to reassure him, you wanted a one on one with your boyfriend. A mature conversation was needed.

You looked down as you tried collecting yourself.

“That’s what it’s been about,huh?”

“Finally caved into him?”, His words spit out like venom, as he came closer to you.

“Stop. Don’t put this whole blame onto me.” you spoke to him as you backed up yet maintained composure. “We barely even see each other anymore, you know it” you tell him, the tears in your eyes threatening to fall.

“We’ve gone over this before y/n, it’s work.”

You scoffed, “so work calls you at three in the morning?”

His jaw clenched. He opened his mouth but he got troubled upon what to say.

“Don’t think i haven’t noticed, you’ve gone cold. These past few months..I don’t even know who I’m dating anymore.” your voice broke.

“I don’t either..explain to me what he said. You go to him when I’m not here, what the hell is that supposed to mean, huh?” He bitterly said, the dark look in his eyes right in front of you.

You closed your eyes and sighed. “It’s not like that, it’s never been like that.”

“We just simply called.”

You started slightly raising your tone as you got frustrated. “What more can I do?, you leave me alone for days on end with no explanation. Not at least one call throughout the day to tell me you’re okay, nothing.”

“So yes I go to him, because he’s always there. Even though he gets overworked, busy, travels—he somehow makes time for me, without me having to ask.” you say as you take a seat. Looking down at your hands.

A few beats of silence.

“…We’re done. This relationship is over.” you simply murmured as you mustered up the courage to look up at him.

He sharply let out a laugh. “Just like that, right?”

“So you can finally have an excuse to go with him.”

You looked at him, your eyes tired with sleep and frustration. “Say whatever you want to say, I’m not discussing this anymore.” your voice exhausted at his actions.

His gaze burned holes through your head. His character filled with pent up anger it made you feel uneasy.

“You can leave now. Leave my key on the counter.” You stated as you motioned over to the kitchen counter. He bitterly nodded. Reaching into his pocket and throwing the key onto the table, his breathing was ragged. Angry. The look in his eyes scared you, it wasn’t the guy who you once liked. It felt like he was someone else entirely.

Your eyes began to burn with hurt.

“This isn’t over yet.” He walked over to you, he grabbed you by the arm harshly.

“Good luck finding someone who will put up with you. Don’t get shocked when they get bored of you.” His words spit out, your heart breaking at his words.

The hurt in your eyes became impossible to hide.

“As for Michael, what makes you think he’d choose you. The guy has thousands of chicks in every city, you think he’d settle for you?” He laughed in your face.

The tears began to fall from your face unwillingly. Embarrassment and a wave of insecurity took over your entire body. You felt weak and powerless as you stared at him. He kept on going, saying words that only degraded you.

You stopped listening as your mind stayed on his last sentences.

‘you think he’d settle for you?’

He was right. Michael had many beautiful girls that were after him, in every single town, city, state. All around the world there was someone else who he could love. Why would he choose you?

The amount of hurt that was taking over your body was unbearable.

As you got stuck in your head, you missed the way he let go of your arm and headed out the door. Slamming it shut. You stayed frozen, looking forward. A blank expression on your face, as you tried to collect yourself.

You took a seat and broke down. All the harsh words hitting you at once, replaying over and over again. Hot tears painting your face. You felt betrayed by the pain that was taunting you.

You didn’t know how long went by. Standing up and heading to your bedroom, avoiding looking into the mirror. Your eyes felt heavy, your heart was aching.

Walking into the room, you glanced at the telephone. You knew you should’ve called Michael, let him know you’re okay. That you are no longer in the relationship that he so disliked.

But as you stared at the phone, your ex’s words kept repeating constantly inside your mind.

More tears fell as you tucked yourself into bed. You wondered and wondered. Why?. That night you barely slept, kept turning and turning, the pain in your chest made it impossible to sleep.

Michael took over your mind, you didn’t call. You felt embarrassed too. He could find so much better than you, you didn’t want to hold him back. As much hurt as that brought onto you.

His confession, his beautiful words that he had given you slipped away as the words from your ex overcame them like a dark horrible storm.

It was a fog of confusion and pain you wanted to escape.

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You watched as the sunrise came flowing through the sky. The light beaming through your windows bringing you some warmth.

Your tired puffy eyes from crying all night felt heavy. You laid there taking in deep breaths, closing your eyes.

As you closed your eyes, Michael popped into your head. Not like he ever left it either way. But still you found your heart calling out for him.

That previous night, Michael stayed by the telephone. Attached to it really, waiting for your call. His leg moving impatiently as he worried.

He didn’t want to leave you. Especially after seeing the way that guy had grabbed you, it messed with him so badly. But after seeing the worry in your eyes and telling him to leave, he listened.

He just wanted to know you were alright. As the night went on and the phone didn’t ring. He didn’t push, he simply gave you the time. When you were ready you’d call, he’d repeat to himself.

As his eyes gave up on him, he fell asleep on the couch.

When the morning came by he didn’t know what to do with himself, he wanted to reach that telephone and call you so badly. Drive over to you. Anything just to see you, to know you’re safe.

But he knew it might’ve came out as too clingy of him, so he held back. He grew impatient as the day went on, the sunset had begun to fall and still not a word from you.

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Your head was pounding as you woke up, unaware that you had actually fallen asleep you see as the sunrise had passed and now was replaced with the beautiful sunset that softly illuminated the sky.

You stayed seated for a while as all the memories of last night flashed through your mind.

The heaviness of your heart seemed to have bought a slot in your heart to stay there forever. It was a burden for your body to carry that like it was nothing.

All those nasty words that came from your ex made you question everything. A part of you wanted to ignore it so badly, but a stronger part of you just couldn’t.

As you stared at the wall you decided to get ready, you felt suffocated inside the walls of your own home. You grabbed your keys and drove as you let your mind wander.

As you drove the sky got darker, the air became less warmer bringing in the cold night breeze . You rolled your windows down and took in some air. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe properly as your body ached inside.

The music played softly as you arrived at your favorite spot in town.

It was far away from all the chaos but close enough that you didn’t feel too far from home. It gave you the perfect view of all the lights across the buildings, but the night sky flowed with ease on top of it all.

Stepping out the car, leaving the music playing softly in the background, you open the back door to get a fluffy blanket. You closed the door gently as you made your way to the spot in the ground, laying the blanket just in the right position for you to lay down and look at the sky and ponder.

The inside of your head had seemed to finally take a pause and enjoy the moment, not think about the past. Or rather last night, and the months leading up to it.

The funny part was, it’s not like you were upset about the break up. In fact you were relieved. Happy even, but it’s the words that got you. Did he really mean them?

It stung in a way you just couldn’t erase.

You begun thinking about Michael. He talked about and to you like you were this perfect person. And now you couldn’t help but think that he’s got it all wrong. Maybe he would get bored of you, and yes he did have lots of other options. All these things and scenarios crossed your mind, and it left you with the idea that you just weren’t enough for him.

And that’s the part that ached the most. Not your ex boyfriend, not the break up. But the fact you felt like you would never be enough for a loving guy like Michael.

Nearly an hour had gone by, millions of thoughts had passed through you. Each leaving you distraught. The stars adorned the sky gently. You had caught a shooting star flashing across the skies, and it brought a slight smile on your face.

It brought you the memory from the last time you had seen one. It was a summer night, you and Michael were walking home from the movies as he pointed out to the shooting star, excitedly. You both watched in awe, the seconds seeming slow as you both admired it.

“Wish upon the star, wisely” he murmured, a smile on his face as he watched you. As he made his wish.

You quickly made your wish. Then you turned to him, your eyes furrowing at him. “What’d you wish for?” you asked, knowing good and well he wouldn’t say.

He looked at you with a cheeky grin. “Yeah right, like I’d ever tell you.” he spoke. “It’s a wish, silly-can’t say..maybe one day you’ll find out” he murmured as he quickly turned away, the last words barely above a whisper.

“What was that?” you teased.

He chuckled brushing it off. “Forget it.”

You smiled as you thought back to that night.

What you didn’t know is that you had both wished for the same thing that night. The exact wish.

As for this shooting star, you simply wished for whatever step was next for it to be the right one. One that would assure you happiness.

A sense of calmness entered your body. Leaving fate up to the universe, you had hope it would treat you kindly.

Minutes went by, as only the sound of the late night world was heard.

“Did you wish wisely?” a voice came behind you, softly.

You jumped as the sudden voice came, you sat up and looked just above you. He stood, glancing down at you.

“Michael-what, what are you doing here?” you say with a hand on your chest, catching your breath.

He walked closer and took a seat right next to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, I just figured you’d be here” he uttered,gently. “Hoped so, at least .” His voice sounded tired.

You stared at him, took in the look on his face. Suddenly feeling the guilt for not calling him like you had promised.

“Sorry for not calling last night.” you stated. Picking at the blanket beneath you. “I feel awful.”

He glanced at you, shaking his head. “Don’t- don’t apologize, i understand. I should be the one apologizing, I’m sorry about last night, i didn’t mean to worry you or have you in that situation.” He spoke with sincerity, then glancing down shutting his eyes.

“I hate the way he grabbed you. I didn’t want to leave you there..I shouldn’t have.” his voice filled with anger and hurt.

You wanted to reach your hand out to him but you held back. “You did nothing wrong, Michael.” You assured him. “And it’s okay, I had to talk to him anyway, had to make sure he’s out of my life for good.” you murmured.

He watched you. Saw the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. “So you officially broke up?”, he asked as he waited for your response.

You just simply nodded. “yeah”. You said loud enough for only him to hear.

“Are you not happy about it?”. He asked genuinely curious, carefully processing your expression.

You sighed as you looked down. “I am.” you said as you avoided his gaze, suddenly the words that had been tormenting you the last few hours came back stronger than ever.

Michael noticed your short responses, the way your words fell flat. He felt you distant. “Then what’s that look on your face for, hmm?” He poked your sides, trying to get your attention.

Still avoiding his eyes, you knew if you looked into them you wouldn’t be able to control your emotions. You shrugged as you tried to come up with a response. “It’s just been a lot, I guess” you murmured.

He softly nodded. He let silence calmly sit in between you two. As he observed you, he took in the hurt in your eyes and it pained him, deeply.

“Y/n, you know you can tell me anything..right?” He spoke softly, reassuring.

Lightly stating, “I know.” you spoke to him.

He tried to not push, he really did. But he couldn’t stand the way it felt like you were brushing him off. After a few silent moments, he reached out to gently put your hand in his. His touch brought that comfort you’ve been seeking for.

“Hey, talk to me..please” he pleaded as he guided your head to face him. Finally looking him in the eye, he noticed your eyes went glossy.

“What happened last night- did he hurt you?” His voice filled with worry and fury as he thought back to how you had gotten treated that whole relationship.

You swallowed the tears that crept up. You were tired of feeling weak, not strong enough to face what life threw at you.

Shaking your head you responded, “he was just angry, said some things that I can’t get out my head.” You spoke the truth, just held back on what was picking at you.

The obvious hurt in your voice made a hole in his chest, he scoffed, “Whatever he said, it’s lies. He’ll spit out anything at you just to make you feel bad.” he murmured as his hands cradled yours.

“He’s an awful person that way.” he softly said, holding your gaze.

You took in his words, you didn’t know what to say. You felt pathetic, and you hated it.

As silence filled the air, “please tell me you know that y/n.” His tone firm, really hoping you could see yourself the way he does.

“You’re too nice to me.” you uttered, as you looked down.

He softly chuckled. “You keep saying that like it’s a bad thing, why would I be any other way?” he asked, but as he saw the way your smile faltered, his did as well.

“Tell me, hmm?” he nudged your shoulder.

You fiddled with your fingers as you looked forward, avoiding his gaze as you prepared to speak. “It’s just..I can’t help but feel like there’s something wrong with me-like my presence isn’t enough for people.” your tone was gray with hurt.

A doleful expression formed across his face as he heard the way you spoke about yourself. “Don’t say that.” he softly spoke as he once again turned your face to look him in the eyes. “..please don’t ever speak about yourself that way.”

He brushed a strand of hair off your face, keeping his hand warm against your skin. “There’s nothing-and I mean nothing wrong with you.” he looked at you so deeply it brought that familiar rush through your chest.

“And you are enough, more than enough actually. Why else you think you’re my favorite person, huh?” he playfully squeezed your thigh, making you let out a smile.

“I’m your favorite person?” you asked, raising your eyebrows, watching as he looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

A shy smile took over his face. “f’course you are, you’re my favorite girl to ever walk this earth.”

That brought out a giggle out of you, his expression softened at the sound.

“You’re so corny, sometimes” you tease.

He bites down on his lips, hiding his smile. “Yeahh, you bring out that side of me.” he looks around trying to hide the blush that was creeping up upon his face. “Can’t help it.”

Now it was you who looked at him while he avoided your gaze. A shy smile took over you two.

Suddenly you heard, killing me softly with his song.

The song started playing inside your car, the music softly flowing across the air. Michael then turned to you with a knowing look as he stood up.

Now with sudden confidence he looked down at you as he put his hand out, “share a dance with me?”

You bit back a smile as you stood and took your hand in his. His soft touch, immediately sending a wave of butterflies through your stomach.

A sparkle in his eyes, as a smile stayed on his face. He pulled your body closer to his as you started swaying to the music.

His hands softly against your sides, “I’m crazy about you, y’know that?” he whispered, the words only for you.

Your breath got caught. Eyes gazing up to his, really looking at him this time.

You placed your arms around his neck, “I am too.”

That’s all he needed to confirm, it wasn’t just him that felt that wave pulling him in.

“yeah?” he tempted, a cheeky grin appearing.

The heat of your face shying you away. He noticed and he brushed his thumb against your face, tracing the blush that settled onto your skin.

You nodded briefly, “I always have been, but I know how special our friendship is..I don’t want to ruin that.” you stated, as your smile faltered.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Michael looked at you delicately, “You don’t ever have to worry about losing me, ever.”

He took your hand in his, guided you towards his heart. “I promise you, whatever happens, you’ll always have me by your side.” he spoke, certain.

He leaned in a bit closer, “and you couldn’t ruin our friendship, exactly because it’s something special. It’ll always be there.” he uttered, assured you.

This time the words really did stick with you, in a positive way. Like a sudden relief came over you.

“You mean that?” you ask,tentatively.

With certainty he responded, “of course I do.”

“i couldn’t imagine losing a girl like you.” he asserted. His voice so smooth, it knocked the air out of your lungs.

You swallowed as you tried to compose yourself. He looked you up and down, enjoying how easily you got flustered.

“Michael..” you brushed him off lightly, as you rolled your eyes.

He faintly chuckled, “I mean it. I seriously do.” as his tone turned more firm.

As you looked down you felt his hands fall down to your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

He didn’t miss the way your body almost silently gasped. Now the space between you two was unnoticeable, the heat radiating from his body was trapping you in the most beautiful way.

You were inches away from his face, his eyes looked into yours, filled with so much loving emotion it pulled at your heart.

He waited a brief moment to see any sign of regret from you, to see if you’d regret it all and pull away. To his relief that moment didn’t arrive, instead you both stood with the tension.

He bit his lip as he slowly began getting nervous, you were his most precious blessing and to have you in front of him like this sent him head over heels.

Your gaze flickered down to his lips briefly, the urge to for once know how they’d feel against yours.

And suddenly, as that spark took over his eyes he spoke, just above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

Your gaze softened as your heart jumped, “Do you even have to ask?” you teased.

That boyish smile appeared on his face, he lifted your chin up with his finger, looking you deep in the eyes before leaning in completely.

His lips were on yours, so softly.

It felt as if the world had paused as his lips moved against yours, so naturally. He then held your face as he deepened the kiss, craving more of you.

When you needed to catch your breath you both smiled against each other, slowly pulling away. But he kept his forehead on yours.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You slightly laughed. “Was it worth the wait?”

“Oh, definitely.” he grabbed your waist again, more firmly as his fingers pressed onto your sides.

“I’m not done with you, yet.” he grinned as he planted kisses throughout your arm.

You simply watched in awe. You were in love with him, you could feel it like never before.

It terrified you, but you were realizing it’s worth a shot. He’s worth the price.

He looked at you, “You’re so perfect. I hope you realize that.” he once again stated.

The softness and warmth in his voice melted your heart, he was always the one.

“And if I have to spend every day of my life proving that, I gladly will.” he muttered.

This time it was you who pulled him in, grabbing him as you crashed your lips onto his. He let out a small noise at your sudden move. You smiled against him.

He was frozen for a second before he reacted and moved his lips with yours, holding you close.

When you pulled away, you noticed the pink blush that lightly adorned his face. His hair messy, his lips a bit puffy. A beautiful sight.

“I could get used to that.” he teased.

You chucked as you bit down your lip, “shut up.”

He laughed as he looked down to you, “Remind me to get you a new door lock, don’t want unwanted visitors.” He pouted his lips, and shook his head.

You let out a breathy laugh as you caught what he was implying to. “Oh yes, we have to upgrade that.”

He quickly nodded, “uh huh- can’t have anyone else showing up on my girl.” he confidently said as he stood closer to you, a cocky smile poking at his lips.

You raised your eyebrows, “is that so?”

He perched his lips, “yeah..we can’t have that.” his tone lowered as he put a strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze softening into something more serious.

“I gotta protect the wish that shooting star granted me.” he softly spoke.

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. And from that night you knew your wish got fulfilled as well.

And now every once in a while you remember to look up into the sky and thank the stars for giving you the most wonderful person to have by your side.

-𝜗𝜚

a/n: …well this was longg overdue, sorry yall:( life got real busy but anyways here is part 2!!--again tysm for the love on these.

taglist- @7viiseven , @osugahunnyicedtea ♡︎.

pairing☙ Michael Jackson x fem!reader

cw: angsttt, poor treatment in a relationship, jealousy, fluff..

summary❧ Your close friend Michael notices you’re getting treated badly in your relationship. It kills him seeing you in such situation knowing he could treat you a thousand times better.

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With the sun’s heat hitting your body with ease you took a glance at your boyfriend who’s been on and off the telephone the last twenty minutes.

You ignored it as his excuse was always “work”, you knew how busy his company would be so you placed your trust in him. You only wished he would trust you as much as you did for him.

Any male friendships you had, which really was mostly only Michael, would cause repeating arguments between you two.

You told Michael many times and his response was always “I was here before him, he has to accept that” , the words always left his mouth with such assurance.

Snapping out of your thoughts you hear footsteps coming towards you. You look up at your boyfriend, a certain expression across his face that you know all too well.

“I gotta go”, he states as he grabs his glasses that sat on the chair next to you.

It was the first weekend in a long time that you had planned for the two of you to finally spend together. But as always it ends abruptly.

That soft smile of content drops from your face. “Again?-we still have the dinner I got us”, you say as you stand up to tell him goodbye.

But before you know it he’s at the door, ignoring your touch. “Well it can wait, you already know how this gets”, he says coldly as the door shut behind him.

Your shoulders drop and that familiar hurt spreads across your body. You’ve been ignoring this feeling for far too long now. You know it. Every cold response, glance and comment from him have been feeling unbearable. Your heart ached for that loving version of him that seems to never arrive.

As the night went on you tucked yourself away into a corner in your bedroom. Looking into the night sky wondering what changed, did he not care anymore?, were you suddenly not enough for him?.

Thoughts clouding your mind as you cried yourself to sleep. You missed as the telephone rang late at night. The nightly routine of a call with Michael, catching up on each other’s days. Talking until the conversation lead to the smallest thing just to stay on the line a while longer.

Michael caught himself on the other side of the town fiddling with the cord, wondering what you were up to, why you didn’t pick up. It was very unusual of you to miss a call. He bit the inside of his mouth as he called again, maybe you had gotten busy for a second. He waited, nothing.

He softly sighed, the phone still in his hand.

After a while he figured you weren’t going to return the call, the idea of you and your boyfriend maybe out on a dinner filled his mind. His stomach turning with this feeling he’s been trying to push down for the past few years. But it always came back, stronger than the last time.

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The next morning came with a headache. With the little energy you carried, you got ready. You wanted to look put together even though you weren’t. The sky filled with grey clouds added to your feelings, but it somehow brought comfort. Of course you noticed how your boyfriend didn’t arrive last night, it’s not like it was a total shock but it still stung every time.

You opened the tall doors to your backyard, letting the natural air into your home, you took a deep breath as you told yourself everything was okay.

As you tried distracting yourself by moving some plants across the garden you heard the sound of the telephone ringing inside the house. You hurried to it as you thought your boyfriend suddenly decided to chat.

Picking up the line. “Hello?”, your voice sounding a bit more flat than intended.

“Y/n, you picked up” the soft voice filling the speaker.

Michael. You gently slapped your head as you realized you completely missed his call last night.

His voice bringing you a sense of calmness you were so in need of. “Oh Michael, I’m so sorry i missed your call, I was..I fell asleep”. The last words sounding unsure. You rolled your eyes at yourself.

He let out a small chuckle at your words. “It’s okay, I was just worried—thought you got tired of me for a second”, you could hear the smile in his voice and it made you feel all giddy inside.

“I could never get tired of you”, once you said it out loud you realized how it came out. I should just shut up.

The smile of his face grew bigger as your words spread across his heart.

“Well I’m glad, cause I’ll never get tired of you either”. The words leaving him without hesitation.

You smiled but a feeling crept upon you. “Yeah. You say that now”, you murmured.

His eyebrows furrowed as he heard the tone behind your voice. A broken sentence with more to it.

“No, I know it. For a fact actually”, he carried on the conversation not leaving a space for you to find the sentiment his words came from.

With a little hesitation he decided to ask you just a bit more about last night. What was soo important you couldn’t make the call?. The thought kept looping around his head.

His fingers gently tapping the side of the telephone. “So uh— the dinner with that boyfriend of yours last night, how’d it go?”, he didn’t want to know, but a big strong side of him couldn’t go on without knowing.

You looked around unsure of whether you should come up with a lie to not cause anymore pity, or just simply say what happened. Letting out a soft sigh, you just say the words, the situation that is no longer a surprise to Michael.

“The dinner didn’t happen, he had to leave for a work thing”. Trying to put your strong voice like you didn’t care but as always it betrayed you and came out broken.

Michael’s heart broke for you. He was so tired of hearing about all the different ways your boyfriend failed to be good to you.

He murmured, “a work thing?”

“Yes, you know he gets busy. I get it”. The words sounding more like you wanted to convince yourself, and Michael immediately noticed.

He shook his head. “He doesn’t value you the way he should.. I just-I wish you realized that”, the last part coming out in more of a whisper.

You swallow the tears that try to break. You know he’s right. You’ve been letting it all happen, it’s a stupid move and you know it.

You shrugged as if he could see your movements. You didn’t know what to respond with. Silence filled the air.

“Are you alone?” he asks you, “I want to see you”, he added.

He missed you. He wanted to find a way to make you see you deserve better. Far better than the boy you call your boyfriend.

Michael hated him since the start. He thought about the type of guys you might be into before, but he didn’t want to picture you with any other guy.

When you first mentioned you had a boyfriend something inside him twisted in a way he’s never experienced. A feeling of jealousy and hurt took over his body, his heart ached at the thought of him being too late.

You nodded. “Yes, I’m alone.”

“Good, I’ll be there soon”, he hung up before you could add a word in and change your mind.

Knowing you too well. You’d bring up how your boyfriend might not like him around, but he knew where he stood.

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Your fingers grazed through the pages of the magazine as you passed time. There was a weight inside your heart that no matter what you did, it wouldn’t stop.

Suddenly there was a knock at your door, that soft tapping you would recognize every time.

You opened the door to the face that made your heart warm, and suddenly a bit of that weight was lifted off from just seeing his pretty face.

“Michael, you actually came”, you smiled at him as you allowed him inside. He stepped inside and instantly pulled you into a hug.

“Of course I did. I missed you”. He murmured into your shoulder, he pulled away and was inches away from your face. The heat radiating off his body.

You always got flustered when he looked at you. Especially like this, like there was something else there. Nobody else could ever replace the way he looked at you like he knew you, the real you. The person that existed behind all the layers of perfectionism, the strong persona you put out to others. He sees right through it.

You softly smiled as a sparkle came into your eyes. “I missed you, too”, you reply. You open the little space between you as you walk into the living room. Michael following behind. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He didn’t know how to tell you what he wanted to, the fear of saying the wrong thing or the words coming out wrong was holding him back. He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t ever bare that.

You both took a seat as he tried gathering his words. “What I said earlier, y’know I mean it.”, the sentence left his lips softly.

“Michael..” , you murmured as you knew what he was getting at.

He shook his head and took your hands into his. His gentle fingers softly caressing yours. “Y/n, listen-I’ve, I’ve been seeing you go through all this crap that he puts you through and I can’t deal with it. Not anymore” his voice slightly cracks as a mix of anger and hurt fill his body.

“Don’t you think you deserve someone who’s actually there for you?, someone who’s not afraid to love you loudly?”, he asked. The words held weight to it, the way he said it as if it’s been keeping him up at night.

You sighed as you looked into his eyes. “He’s my boyfriend, Mike. It’s not that easy. I like him-I really do. We’re just..”

He looked at you deeply. “Just what?”

“Just..so different, it’s like lately I don’t even know who he is anymore”. Your voice broken from the hurt.

Michael’s heart breaks at the sight. “You say you like him, do you love him?”, he asks the question.

He can’t deny the fact that one of the possible responses to that question would break him even further. But he still waits for your response.

You look down in thought, shame taking over your body as you knew the real truth to it. As hard as you tried to open your heart, it never allowed for your love to go to him and you hated yourself for it. You hated the fact that every time you thought or heard of the word ‘love’, it would always lead back to Michael.

But you knew the friendship between the two of you was so so special, you were terrified of damaging it. So you had settled with having him as a very dear friend but that had only left your heart yearning and aching for him.

“..no”, it was like a whisper.

Michael softly grabbed your face making you look up at him.

“Look at me and say it. Do you love him?”, he repeated the question.

You looked into his eyes this time and meant it. “No, I don’t love him”, you say. And suddenly a huge weight lifted off your body.

You felt lighter as if saying those words out loud finally allowed you to know what you’ve been feeling. What you’ve been carrying around for so long.

A smile spread across his face. His heart beating with content. “So what’s stopping you from leaving that trash of a guy?”, the question leaving his mouth with a bitter taste.

You slightly smiled. “Michael ..”

He stood up and began walking back and forth. “No seriously- I mean does he even know your favorite film?, your favorite Disney characters?”, he asked not leaving a pause for you to answer. “Or how about your favorite song to put on when it’s cold out and you want to feel like it’s Christmas already?”. He kept on going, rambling every thing that’s been poking his mind.

“I mean does the guy even know about your childhood blanket that you take care of and keep in perfect condition so your future kids can have it passed onto?”, his voice began softening as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“He just- he doesn’t realize what he has in front of him and it kills me.” He stops and looks at you.

You both have tears in your eyes as you realize what the moment is. Both of y’all’s heart racing like there’s no tomorrow.

You never realized just how much he noticed you. Yes, you knew he was thoughtful, he was a sensitive loving soul. But until now you’ve realized just how much attention he’s given you. How much of the random silly things you’d brought up, how they stayed with him.

He would stay up late nights and write about you onto his journal. He would write about a certain way you did your hair, a new perfume you had tried on and he was head over heels over . He would draw your eyes, that sparkle he noticed every time he’d look into your eyes. He was so down the rabbit hole with you, and although it terrified him he couldn’t get enough.

Every time he was away and missed you but couldn’t get a call through he’d run to the page of the drawing of you and just look onto the page, it would immediately bring him comfort.

And on the other side of the world you’d be doing the same, but with a polaroid that you held very close to your heart. It was a Christmas you two had spend together, that whole night was filled with laughter, you two going back and forth over who would built the better snowman. Ultimately he ended up building a way better one, but you denied it.

He was next to you and your snowman with a carrot in his hand and he had brought it up next to your nose, the flash of a camera captured the moment and it became your favorite picture with the most beautiful memory behind it.

The two of you had been so utterly in love with each other but failed to see it, until now.

His last sentence hitting you like a truck.

“Michael, what are you saying..” you said just above a whisper.

He took a deep breath as he walked closer to you, kneeling in front of you. You looked down at him as he took your hands in his once again. You could feel his hands shaking and it warmed your heart.

“I’m saying..he doesn’t know you half as I do. And he won’t ever know what to do with a woman like you”. His voice gaining strength, but his eyes softer than ever.

Your breathing was uneven. You were lost for words.

He continued. “I can be a better boyfriend than him.”

“A better everything, I just want to be able to show you how much good you deserve”, his doe eyes looking into yours so deeply.

Speechless with your body heat through the roof, you bring your hand to his face. Moving your fingers across his cheek. “You’re too good to me Michael.” you spoke as you continued caressing his face.

“Because you’re good to me, and I’ll forever be grateful for that.” , he muttered.

You softly smiled, he let out a shy smile and his gaze flickered to your lips and back to your eyes. He grabbed the hand you had on his face and began placing light kisses onto it. Your heart skipped a beat.

“You mean everything to me, I wish I told you sooner”, a sad look in his eyes as he said it.

You nodded as you instantly understood him. “me too”, you spoke.

The what ifs always kept you up at night. What would’ve happened if you talked about your feelings right since the start. How much didn’t happen because of it?. The thought irked you.

The tension that had been growing was getting difficult to ignore especially now that he’s here, kneeling before you. His soft doe eyes looking into yours with so much emotion behind them. His curls falling onto his face, his flushed lips, that rosy tint that displayed across his face. He was far too beautiful to comprehend.

Now it was your gaze whose flickered down to his lips. He noticed, of course he did. The silence that filled the room could just about allow for the unsteady breaths to be heard. You both mutually leaned in.

Suddenly you were startled by the sound of keys at your door, you both jump. Disappointment filling your body as you realize who decided to come back.

Regretting the idea of giving your boyfriend a key to your home. You and Michael share a look as you stand up to get away from his reach.

A little hurt enters his heart, but he understands.

He’ll always be ready for you.

When you call him, he’ll be there.

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