Y/N's POV
I am in bed staring at the ceiling, I haven't been able to sleep for a week, ever since Michael left to go on tour. I don't know what to do with myself. I don't sleep at night because of how empty the bed feels without Michael there and then I cannot do anything during the day because I am so tired from all the sleepless nights. For sure I am proud of Michael and all that his band has done but, not having him around is killing me. I look at the time, 4:30 AM, it will be 1:00 where Michael is. I decided to pick up the phone and call him. The phone rings and rings and then I finally hear Michael's angelic voice on the other end.
"Hey babe, shouldn't you be sleeping? It is like 4 in the morning where you are." He says with a little concern in his voice. "I know. I cannot sleep. Not having you next to me is killing me. The bed feels so empty." I said trying not to cry. "Babe I know. The bed is so... cold. I need you." He said. His voice cracks at the end. "Michael you are going to make me cry." I breath into the phone. "Aww babe. Don't cry. I love you!" He says sweetly. "I love you too!" I said starting to cry now.