"Don't let go of my hand through this, please!" with Mikey!!!!! Thanks :)
From that first meeting you knew your favorite from the band was Michael. Not in the sense of romance, but rather you got along with him right there at the start. The other boys you could easily have a laugh with, or enjoy a day out together– they were fine, but Michael and you clicked. Which was good, for your agent anyways, who had hoped you would have some type of connection with one of them.
It took only around twenty minutes in a scheduled meeting for the agents to ramble on and somehow come to the conclusion that the two of you should date. Not actually date, but in the public eye it would be best to be a couple. You were an artist beginning to showcase your talent to bigger audiences when you met the boys through a few song writing sessions. And what better way to become better known than to be a part of a celebrity relationship?
“This is still weird as hell.” You admitted, eyeing the outside world from a tinted window in the tourbus. “And I feel like I’m using you.”
“You are.” Michael said lightly, chuckling when you bumped him with your hip and let out a huff. “I’m kidding. It’s not a big deal, besides it’s not like it was your idea.” You sat back down beside him, looking around as security discussed how they would get everyone inside. “Plus, I’m “dating” a really hot girl so I can’t complain.” You rolled your eyes,
“Michael,” You giggled and turned to look at that playful smile of his that always managed to set your worries at ease. “You’re right, you’re in a win-win situation.”
“That’s the spirit.” You both were about to laugh before thumping was heard against the outside of the bus. As one of the guards came back in a frenzy of noises varying from calling names to excited screams made there way inside. Nervously, your lip came between your teeth as the news of a gate being open was told. The fans outside were definitely growing at a steady rate similar to your heartbeat at the idea of having to get through them all to get inside.
But without words having to leave his lips, Michael managed to start calming you again. His hand covered yours the moment he saw all the fear brewing, followed by eye contact. A smile was nowhere to be seen on his face, but everything you looked into showcased the determination to make you feel safe. “We’ll be alright.” He said holding back any type of worry he may have felt himself, and gently squeezed his hand around yours. “It’s not a long stretch inside. I’ll get you in there, okay?” Softly you inhaled, glancing back outside for a moment before Michael called back your attention to him by saying your name. And when your eyes locked with his again, you knew you really believed him.
“I’m thinking we’re gonna be the ones doing the real job at getting you guys in there.” One of the security spoke up, jokingly and a little unaware of how terrified you had been. Michael chuckled a little at the comment and stood up,
“Yeah, I guess I’ll just be walking.“ But you knew he would be doing a lot more for you than that, even though it may seem like nothing to anyone else. As the rest of the boys came up to the front of the bus, you joined in standing, deciding without thought to interlock your fingers with Michael’s. You wondered for a moment if he would be holding your hand had you not been his pretend girlfriend.
“Please, don’t let go of my hand through this.” You requested to hid back under your breath. Taking in a sharp breath as the doors opened and everything became so much louder, you began to bite your cheek, halting as you glanced up at Michael who looked back at you for a second, a small comforting smile framing his expression.
“Won’t let go until you tell me to.” And it was that sentence that had you believing it wasn’t just for the image– Michael was doing this just for you.