{A/N : this new imagine is kind of special :) but I hope that you will like it ! And please comment on the imagine, I want some reply !Love you ♡}

YOUR POV

It was March 1991, and today was the Academy Awards. You and Michael argued the other night but he still wanted you to come...  but not with him.
He told you that he was gonna come with Madonna, and that you will go alone. It broke your heart but you didn't want to fight with him, scared that it could break your couple.

You were now seated in the audience, and you were searching Michael to watch him (you never know what could he do).
When you found him, he was seated next to Madonna and she was saying something in his ear. Your heart tightened when you saw that he was looking at you with a smirk, like he was trying to make you jealous.

You were biting your lower lip, trying to distract yourself and not watching them.

You didn't like Madonna, you thought that she was too much vulgar and you weren't very pleased by the idea that your boyfriend and her were together this night.
You played with your fingers and your dress, not wanting to lift your head to see them.

After several minutes, it was time for Madonna to climb on stage. You were relieved that she was no longer with Michael and you glared at him for a minute. He was biting his lip, watching Madonna perform.
Your heart started to beat fast because you knew that he only bited his lip when he was attracted to someone. He was attracted to Madonna.

You felt humiliated. You were sure that the press was going to speak about Michael and you being separated during the Oscars.
Tears started to come in your eyes just thinking about losing Michael. And it became worse when you glared at the stage.

Madonna was dancing and singing, too much with vulgarity for you, and suddenly, she came to the part of the stage in front of Michael and she grabbed her ass with her two hands.

Your eyes fell immediately on Michael and the view wasn't pleasant at all.
Michael was still biting his lip, and his hand was on his swollen crotch, caressing it slowly, very slowly with his thumb.

The tears that you had in your eyes started to fall and your breath was chopped off. You couldn't believe what you were seeing.
It wasn't the Michael that you knew. It wasn't him at all.

You hid your head with your hands, trying to calm you down but it wasn't working.

You didn't want to see Michael and Madonna neither so you stood up and started to leave. Everybody in the audience looked at you in shock but Michael couldn't because he was at the front of the audience.

You took a taxi and came back at you and Michael's home. You hurried to your bedroom and cried in the pillows of your bed.

You didn't know what was happening. You didn't know if you were still with Michael or not.
All these questions couldn't be answered because you fell asleep on the soaked pillows.

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of the bedroom door opening. You knew that it was Michael but you didn't want to speak with him so you acted like you were still asleep.

"I know that you're awake." Michael said, making you jump a little. His voice was hard but still soft so you didn't know if he was mad at you or not. You heard him coming towards the bed and you soon felt him sit. "Why did you leave ?" he asked softy, caressing your hair. You immediatly felt better when you felt his touch on you. You didn't answer and tried to relax with his touch. "Baby, tell me." he asked with a serious tone.

"You broke my heart." you whispered, your voice shaking. Michael stopped caressing your head and picked you up, positioning yourself on his lap, which took you off guard.

"Baby, I'm so, so sorry." he said slowly. You saw in his eyes that he was sad and sorry. "I didn't know what I was doing. I was a bastard." he mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of your head.

You knew in your heart that you forgave him, even if he hurt you.

"Michael. I forgave you." you whispered. He lifted his head and looked at you. He smiled then kissed you softly, showing you all his love for you. You moaned when you felt his soft lips on your owns.

That's like this that you and him passed a loving night together.