Hello, moonwalkers!
Here's the very first book that I'll be updating. I put a lot of effort in each one of my imagines, so I hope you'll like them. It might take a while for me to update, but don't think I've given up from my stories because of that...
The news about allegations that were made up against Michael by Jordan Chendler AKA his father hit us hard.
It was just before the beggining of Michael's concert. Everybody, including me, adviced him not to do the show and take a break until the problem is solved.
However, he didn't want to disappoint his fans and didn't listen to us. His eyes were glistening with tears during the whole concert which made my heart ache for him even more.
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Now, when the show finished, we ride back to the hotel.
Michael rests his head on my shoulder crying silently. I rub his arm in comfort kissing his forehead once in a while.
His cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes reflect nothing but pain. There is nothing I wouldn't do to make it stop.
My poor innocent baby is suffering because of that idiot's greediness.
"Miss Y/L/N, Mr Jackson? We're there." One of the bodyguards announces.
I take Michael's hand and lead him to our room. He puts his glasses on in order to hide his swollen eyes.
We enter the room and he sits on the bed still crying silently. I sit next to him taking his glasses off and placing them on the bedside table.
I put my hands on his wet cheeks staring deep into his eyes.
"Stop." I say almost begging.
"I can't." His voice cracks.
I kiss all over his perfect face as tenderly as I could before undressing him, for he is not able to do anything by himself at this point. I change him in his pyjamas before changing myself too.
I go to the bathroom, take a towel and pour some water on it. I get back to our room and place myself near Michael taking his make-up off.
He calmed himself a little by this time, which I am enormously thankful for, because seeing him in the state he was in was breaking my heart.
"It's gonna be okay, you know?" I say trying to soothe him.
"I really hope so." He whispers as if afraid of something. "Just hold me, please." He pleads laying beside me and clutching onto my body desperately.
I wrap my arms around him protectively and lullaby sweet nothings to him.
Soon, his breathing steadies and he falls asleep.
How could anybody even think about saying something so disgusting and hurtful about him, let alone actually accusing him for it?
I can't understand it.
It's such a lie.
He would never do something like that.
He's innocent.
He's an angel.
~ I felt so sad writing this... ~
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