Michael Gray x Reader
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Michael didn’t really expect anything to happen as he left his home that morning, he most certainly didn’t expect to see you, Tommy’s Assistant and the woman he has adored so much from afar in the arms of a man that wasn’t him. It all seemed terribly cliché - something right out of one of those awful romance books your mother reads in front of the fire - but he felt like the wind had been completely knocked out of him, like the world was caving in beneath him. Michael watched as the stranger embraced you in one of the longest hugs he’d ever seen, clearly this man loved you (or claimed to) very much and the feeling appeared mutual.
Turning up the collar of his beige raincoat, he strode away hoping to get away without you seeing, knowing he’d be far too disappointed and angry to form a coherent sentence if you were to stop and talk to him.
~ x ~
You’d no idea what had gotten into Michael, he’d been avoiding you for days, whenever you entered the same room as him he’d glare at you before storming out. No matter how much you tried to shrug off his peculiar behaviour you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his chilliness towards you.
“Polly?” You called out as you entered the Shelby household before taking off your coat and hanging it up on the stand.
“In the kitchen (Y/N)” Polly shouted back just as you began to make your way to that very room.
“How are you (Y/N)? Tommy keeping you busy? She questioned as she pottered around putting cups and plates away.
“Can’t complain to be honest Poll, I think I spend most of my time tidying up after him than doing any secretarial work.” You chuckled, leaning against the kitchen units.
“Now that doesn’t surprise me, he’s never quite learnt the art of putting things away.” Polly said as she began to boil some water on the stove. “Anyway I’m guessing you’re not really here to talk about Tommy’s flaws, what’s on your mind?”
“It’s actually concerning Michael, I’m not really sure what I’ve done but I seem to have pissed him off somehow. Maybe I’m just being a bit paranoid but I’m convinced he’s avoiding me. I was just wondering if you knew why because if I have done something I want to try and make it right.” You explained as you rubbed your hand anxiously.
“Hmm I think I have an idea what might be the problem but let me speak to him first and I’ll try and get him to talk to you. I don’t believe it’s anything you’ve done, it’s just his childish idiocy stopping him from seeing the truth. Leave it with me and I’ll see what I can do.” Polly says as she gently rests her hand upon yours in a bid to reassure you.
It must have been the early hours of the morning when you were woken up to the sounds of shouting and banging coming from the front door and windows of your home, it took you a few moments to adjust to being awake before you realised that that the voice you could hear was familiar.
Getting up and wrapping your dressing gown around you, you walked over to the window to look down at an all to familiar figure.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! ARE YOU AWAKE? I WANT TO TALK TO YOU! (Y/N)!” Michael shouted as he staggered from side to side beneath your window.
“Michael? What the hell are you doing? Be quiet you’ll wake my parents.” You answered in a tone just above a whisper.
“BUT I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY.” He continued to shout despite your pleas for him to stop.
“Oh golly.” You said aloud to yourself as you took a deep breath and headed down the stairs to open the door for him.
Upon opening the door, you watched as Michael struggled to stay upright as many attempts to grab the door frame failed.
“Are you drunk?”
“Mmm maybe just a little bit.” He slurred as he demonstrated using his thumb and forefinger before gesturing to the doorstep “Sit with me.”
“Michael, what’s all this about?” You asked as you sat on the cold hard step.
“Who was that… that…. that GUY you were with a few days ago? I saw you both as I left to get some cigarettes.” He finally blurted out as he began to tense his fists.
“Ahhh so this is what has had your knickers in a twist.” You giggled. “That ‘guy’ is my brother, he travelled here from his home in Edinburgh to tell me he was getting married.”
“Who else could he have been? Besides why are you so bothered?”
“I like you (Y/N), I like you more than you realise.” Michael admitted whilst taking your hand and gently encasing it within the palms of his own. “I may be more drunk than I’d care to admit but Polly was about to kick my arse if I didn’t tell you the truth, I was only going to have one drink for Dutch courage.” He chuckled at his own stupidity.
“Well Mr Gray, you might be interested to know I happen to like you a lot too.” You said smiling as you watched Michaels eyes open wide like a child’s on Christmas morning.
“You do? Can I kiss you to confirm I’m not imagining this?” He asked albeit rather cheekily.
You nodded as he leaned in, capturing your soft lips with his own.