Imagines

"What are you doing?" Michael smiled as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He was behind the couch I was sitting on and was leaning down to look at what I was doing on my phone. "I'm replying to a load of your fans comments saying thank you and stuff like that." I responded honestly.
"You're not listening to any hate are you?" He frowned, kissing my nose. I shook my head in reply as he walked away, turning his playstation on.

My phone buzzed a second later. I clicked on the notification. Another message from one of Mikey's fans. I smiled but it soon fell when I read it.

@CLXFFXRDSCUTEBUTT: Michael can do so much better than you. You are probably just using him. We all know, you're just a super fake bitch >:>(

A single teardrop fell from my eye. I've been getting these for months but not telling Michael about them. It hurt me to get the messages but I didn't want to turn him against his fans because they'd hate me even more then and so would he.
"Baby, are you okay?" He frowned and paused his game. I nodded but there were still tears in my eyes arguing with my head movements. I felt Mikey's arms wrap around my whole body as he brought me in for a tight hug.

"What's happened?" He kept asking over and over again, each time I responded by mumbling 'Nothing' but he could tell something was wrong. Suddenly, his phone beeped and I could easily guess what it was. His face looked angry as he looked at the message. I had begged him not to, a thousand times beforehand but he just wouldn't listen.

"Baby, what's this?" His face looked hurt as he showed me the phone screen, showing me a message he got from a fan telling him to read the hate I had gotten. I pretended not to know anything about what he was saying but he was pushing me to say something. "Y/N tell me please." He begged, looking me straight in the eye. "How long have you been getting this shit?" I gulped and met his green eyes.

"A couple of weeks, a few months maybe?" I honestly replied. He looked at me with sympathy and guilt engraved into his features. He kissed me softly. "I'm sorry. Why didn't you tell me? I could've done something about it." I shook my head and hushed him. "Mikey, its fine. I can deal with it. Its what I was signing up for when I agrees to date you." I giggled.

"I guess so. Is it weird to think that you were one of those screaming teenage girls with our faces all over your walls?" He chuckled. I nodded in reply.
"Yep. There's millions of girls out there just like that and you chose to be with me. You have no idea how special and lucky I feel." I smiled, playing with his newly dyed red hair.
"Uh huh, I couldve been with anyone if you hadn't have showed up. Even Luke." He grinned and snuggled into my shoulder, squeezing my hand tight.
"Shut up Clifford you big red idiot." He laughed at me as we grabbed two controllers and began to play a random game on Michael's ps4. I honestly couldn't have wished for a better boyfriend.

Notes

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