Michael || (Y/N)

                                    

                                          
"I think that's enough." You muttered as you tried grabbing the beer bottle out of Michael's tight grip.
                          
"I'll...i'll tell you when I had enough." He slurs as he pulls it out of your grip and brings it up to his lips.
                          
You watch as he soon tosses the bottle away as he calls for another. He has been like this for fifty minutes now. You didn't believe Luke when he called instructing you that Michael was here. You couldn't help but blame yourself as you feel you forced him here.
                          
The words you yelled at him before he left the house only hours before seemed to add up to his collection of beer bottles surrounding him. As the bartender came close slowly handing Michael his bottle he looked at you. Giving you a soft smile before heading off to another customer.
                          
"You f-fucking him too?"
                          
You look over at Michael as he looked between you and the bartender.
                          
"No, you are drunk let me take you home." You muttered ignoring his comment. You never wanted him to find out anything from the begining of the realtionship but when mad everyone says something they dont anyone to know. 
                          
He chucks the bottle towards the bartender, you sigh knowing this isnt going to turn out in the best way. The guy looks striaght to Michael before preceeding over to you. 
                          
"Get him the hell out of here." 
                          
"Thats what im trying to do." You snap before standing up pulling on Michael's arm in an attempt to get him to come with you. 
                          
Michael begins to mumble things under his breath as he stands up following you. As you reached the door the remark from the baretneder casued Michael to pick up one of the many bottles on the floor, you tired your best to get it out of his grip but you failed.
                          
"That's it!" The bartender yells as he moves out from behind the bar as he dodges another bottle. 
                          
Your eyes widen as he push Mikey up against the wall. "Fucking through something now!" 
                          
In just a split second the bartender has Michael down on the ground as he brutally hitting him. You can't help but scream for him to stop. You try to pull the guy off of him but soon pushed back falling onto on one the many bottles on the floor. The guy stops soon looking to you with his eyes wide. Michael pushes him off of him as he stumbles towards you. 
                          
"Let's g-get out o-out of here." He slurs as he holds his hand out to you. 
                          
Pushing it aside you stand to your feet before heading towards the door. Heading towards your car you see Michael slowly behind you. "Get in!" You demand. 
                          
He has caused so many problems tonight. Slowly entering he shuts the door as you start the vehicle. The whole car ride is silent. You have nothing to say to him. He reaches over to place his hand on your knee but you push it away. He starts to grumble to himself. Finally reaching your shared flat you get turn off the car before proceeding towards the door. 
                          
"Talk to me please." Michael whines as he enters the flat behind you. 
                          
"I'm heading to bed." You head up stairs ignoring his protests for you to come back and talk to him. 
                          
3rd night. 
                          
You have had no sleep. The 3rd night he has gotten into a bar fight. The 3rd night you have left him demanding for you to talk to him. This was going to be the last time you cry yourself to sleep over his mistakes. 
                          
"Babe?" 
                          
You didn't answer him. He soon made his way over to his usual side of the bed as he crawled in beside you. 
                          
"I fucked up I know. Just please talk to me." 
                          
You shook your head as you tried holding back the tears that were trying there best to come out. 
                          
"Did you he hurt when you fell?" He rolled you over as reached over and turned on the lamp. 
                          
He grabbed your hand in his as he looked for cuts our any kind of scraps. He removed the blanket from your body as he continued to look. 
                          
"Michael I'm fine." You mutter pulling your hand out of his grip. 
                          
"I'll stop. I saw the look on your face tonight. The hurt I caused you. I never wanted to stop anything this much in my whole life. I love you. I'll admit I started drinking when you told me about you and Calum. It was hard I had to cope and drinking was how I done it. But fighting was my own fault. Bar fights aren't really my thing since I always get my ass beat." 
                          
You couldn't help but giggle. He smiled at you. "Ah. I got you to laugh at my pain. That's a close way to forgiveness." 
                          
"So you'll stop?" You question. 
                          
"Yes. If you promise no more secrets?" 
                          
"No more secrets." You softly stated. 
                          
He pulled the covers back up to you as he placed his arm around you waist as he pulled you closer to him. You soon faded off as he lightly hummed to you as his fingers played in your hair.