5sos Imagines

Michael Accidentally Hurts You

"STOP YELLING AT ME" you screamed at him. "YOU STOP YELLING AT ME" he yelled back. Normally you never fought with Michael. You would just agree with your differences, and everything would be okay. Tonight it wasn’t really a fight about anything, you weren’t trying to get on each others nerves but some sarcastic comments just started getting louder until it was a full out screaming fight. "FINE, THEN I’M LEAVING" you yelled, grabbing your bag and stuffing random clothing into the bag as fast as you could. Michael stood in the corner of the room leaving out deep breaths, rubbing the back of his neck. You recognized the deep breaths as the kind of deep breaths before you start crying. When you’re trying really hard not to cry, and suddenly there’s no more oxygen left in the room so you’re forced to gasp for breath. You ignored your thoughts as you noticed tears welling in your own eyes. You kept packing your bag though, maybe out of actual anger or maybe because you were afraid of not knowing how to fix this. You zipped up the bag and threw it over your shoulder. You looked back at Michael still standing silently by himself. As you turned to leave you felt a hand grab your wrist. "Ow! Damn it!" You said, yanking your wrist away. "(Y/N)! (Y/N), I’m so sorry. I’m sorry" he grabbed your wrist and kissed it. He wrapped his arms around you, and you let him. You didn’t really want to leave, and you didn’t want to fight with Michael. "I’m fine, it’s okay" you kissed him lightly letting him know that he was forgiven from everything. Although this didn’t seem to work, Michael’s protective instincts were still going as he led you to the kitchen. He lifted you up as if you were a kid, and set you down on the counter. "Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?" he asked you, still worried and examining your wrist. "Michael, I’m fine! I promise" You looked at him in the eyes truthfully. "Okay", he said, pressing his forehead against yours, "tell me if it does though". You kissed him and then said, "I’m sorry" he ran his hand through your hair, "You shouldn’t be apologizing, I feel terrible". You made a fist and punched his shoulder lightly "Would I be able to do that if you hurt my wrist?" you giggled and asked him. "Well, maybe if you hated me enough" he chuckled and looked at you, seeming to want an honest answer. "I don’t hate you!" you told him, "I love you Michael" you whispered. "I love you too" he whispered back. He helped you down from the counter and wrapped his arms around you, kissing you just to make sure you knew that everything was going to be alright.