Michael dashed up the staircase, and you followed. When had Michael ever cared about your well being? As far as you had ever been concerned, he didn't feel any particular way toward you - and even if he did, it wouldn't have been protective.
"Hey!" you called as Michael entered his room. He tried to shut the door on you, but unfortunately - he was a little too slow. You entered his room after him, shutting the door as you did so. "What's going on?" you watched as he walked over to sit on the edge of his bed.
"Nothing," he mumbled.
"Oh come on! You're behaving like a three year old! Just tell me what's going on!" you sighed. Michael folded his arms, shaking his head. "You were worried about me getting in a fight with Pansy....why?"
Michael shrugged and let out a tired sigh before standing up to face you. His eyes stared into yours sincerely as he bit his lip.
"Because I love you, (Y/N)," his eyes teared up a little. "I have always loved you,"
Your mouth went dry as you tried to process the words you had just heard. Michael, your roommate, the man who always behaved as if he had hated you - loved you. You wanted to tell him that you felt the same way, because you did. You wanted to throw your arms around him and thank him for feeling the same way toward you.
But you did none of the above. No, you just stood there as Michael grabbed his coat and brushed past you - walking out of the room.
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