5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

Christmas Heartbreak (Michael imagine)

This was not requested. I just wanted to write this. Day 2 of the "Countdown to Christmas."
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You opened the present, seeing a small case. You opened it, finding the necklace you wanted. Grinning, you placed it back in the unwrapped box, planning to put it in your room later. You were down to the last present. All of the gifts had made you happy. Your hands shook as you lifted up the present that was from Michael, the boy you loved. You bit your lip, debating if you should open it or not.

You shook your head, placing the box next to you. You looked at it, the writing mocking you.

"To: (y/n)
From: Mikey <3
(I know Santa brings the gifts, but I wanted to get you something too. Love you.)"

Sadness filled you as you wiped away the tears that escaped your eyes. You felt incredibly stupid and lonely. Spending Christmas by yourself was the worst thing ever. You sighed, thinking of the boy you loved.

"(y/n)!" Michael exclaimed, running over and holding the tree up. It had almost fallen on you and you were too shocked to move.

"Michael," you began. He pushed the tree back to its regular spot. "I-I'm sorry."

Michael turned around, facing you. "You don't have to be. It's not like you meant to do it." He smiled, kissing your forehead. You blushed before kissing his cheek.

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"(y/n), you're beautiful. Don't listen to them. I hate seeing you upset. I'm sorry that the fans are sending you hate. They'll accept us being together." He kissed your cheek.

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Your date with Michael had ended. You had been dating for a few weeks. He walked you to your door. You smiled. "I had a great time."

"Me too." He grinned. You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned in, kissing him. He returned the kiss.

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You sighed, wishing you could change what happened. But, you knew you couldn't. He loved her.

"Michael, you love her. I know you think you love me and maybe you did, but not anymore. You love her, not me. Be happy." You gave him a smile, tears running down your cheeks. "Goodbye, Michael."

You saw the way he looked at her. Like she was his world. You wanted the best for Michael and that didn't involve you.

A sob escaped your lips. Tears blurred your vision. You missed him so much that it hurt. You didn't even notice the sound of the front door opening until a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind. You continued sobbing as you recognized the scent of the person. Their cologne was so familiar.

"Shh, I know, I know." He whispered. More tears escaped your eyes.

"M-Michael. . ." You whimpered.

"I'm so sorry." He quietly said. "I should have shown you that I loved you. I do love you, (y/n), so much."

"I-I'm sorry." You whispered. "I love you too, Michael."

"If it's not too late, can we spend this Christmas together?" He asked. You nodded.

"Of course we can." You turned so you were facing him. You slowly leaned in, placing your lips on his. He returned the kiss.

It was a good Christmas overall. You spent the day talking to Michael and listening to Christmas music. You were happy that you made up with Michael.