Fight (Michael Clifford imagine)
Hi, i’m back! -Sam
I heard the door slam. Michael stormed into the living room and sat down. “Are you okay Mikey?” I asked quietly. “Yes! God you’re so clingy” he snapped back and it scared you. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be” I replied softly. “You’re always sorry. God.” Michael was mad. I didn’t know why though. “Why are yėou being mean to me?” I whispered as I looked at Michael. “You know what just leave me alone. I’m going downstairs. Don’t come after me.” He growled. Not really giving me an answer. He just got up and went to his ‘Man Cave’. I just sat there in utter shock. He has never been like this before. I started to cry. I just don’t like it when people yell. I don’t like seeing Michael like this. Plus I am very emotional.
I just sat there with my head in my knees. I decided to get up and ask if Michael wanted something for dinner. I got up and went to his ‘Man Cave’. I slowly opened the door. Michael was playing his guitar. “What do you want?” he snarled. “I wanted to know if you wanted me to cook you any- anything?” I hesitated. “I’m not hungry” he replied. “Are you sur-” “I’M NOT HUNGRY OKAY” he shouted at me. He put down his guitar. He walked up to me. “ALL YOU DO IS NAG AND NAG. YOU NEVER LISTEN. YOU DO NOTHING. GOD, WHY AM I STILL WITH YOU?!” he screamed at my face. Tears rolled down your cheek. “I-I don’t know. I-if you don’t want to be here leave.” “Good enough for me!” he yelled before going upstairs to our room. I got up and followed him. He just got his suitcase and started throwing his clothes in. I went to the bathroom and closed the door before sliding down on it and cried.
I cried loudly. I didn’t want him to hear me though. I just hide my head in my hands. And cried. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. I wanted to get out. I wanted him to stay but he would think I was too clingy. I could hear him throwing clothes upon clothes. Soon it was the only thing I could hear. It was closing in around me. I wanted the sound to go away but it got louder and louder and louder until I screamed. Then the sound stopped. I heard footsteps coming my way. I heard knocking at the door. “(Y/N) are you okay?” I heard Michael ask. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say. “(Y/N) please open the door” he said after a while. I still didn’t reply. “(Y/N) open the door now!” he yelled as he kicked the door. I didn’t want him to yell again. I moved away from the door and lied down on my side with my knees in my chest. “(Y/N) please open the door!” he yelled again but this time the kicks got more violence. I started to cry and whimper. “(Y/N) OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR” he yelled lower and kicking even hard. I got more scared. I didn’t want him to hurt me. Then the door broke.
“(Y/N)…” Michael trailed. He got me in his arms. And sat down with me. He looked at me. And moved a bit of my hair out of my face. I started to cry full force into his chest. He just rubbed my back. “I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to be clingy. Please don’t hurt me” I cried against his chest. He cupped my cheek and looking into my eyes. “I would never hurt you. I’m sorry I yelled. I know you don’t like it. I’m really sorry. I had a bad day and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really sorry.” he replied back. I nodded and hugged his chest. “I’m not leaving you ever. Okay? I am never going to leave you” I looked up at him and nodded. He picked me in bridal style and walked me to our bed and hugged me. We just stayed there and cuddled. “Thank you. For staying” I said after a long while of silence. “Hey. I will stay. I’m sorry I ever thought about it. I would always want to stay with you” he replied. I looked up and kissed him. He kissed back. Then we cuddled and fell asleep. Everything was going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.