YOUR POV

It was in July 1988, during the Bad Tour. Michael was in England and he was soon going to perform in front of the Royal family.
It was the first time you came to see him since the beginning of the tour.

You turned around to see the time in the big screen of the airport. You sighed; it was 6 p.m. You could hear the  screams of the fans from outside, almost frightening you. You were supposed to join Michael in his hotel before you go to the stadium.

"Are you okay ?" you turned around again, Bill looking at you with concerned eyes while putting his hand on your shoulder. You took a shaky breath and smiled at him.

"Sure. It's not as if it was the first time." you said, making a point. He smiled too and nodded, going to check on the other bodyguards. 

While people were getting ready, you took a look at the airport. A lot of shops were full of Michael's merchandise which made you smile.
Oh, how you missed him !

"Ready ?" you looked at Bill and nodded with a smile.
All the bodyguards took place in front of you, behind and beside you. You took the pair of sunglasses that Michael gave you.

You started to exit the airport and already, the crowd was screaming so loud you felt like your head was exploding. You looked down, trying not to get blinded by the flash of cameras.
Hopefully you were not claustrophobic. Several fans were trying to reach you with their hands and the bodyguards were trying to stop them. You even felt someone grab your hair but you managed to take their hand away.

"Hey ! Careful there !" Bill screamed over the crowd after a movement of push made you almost fall.
You tried to take deep breaths but you never experienced a situation like this. Your heart was beating so fast you felt it was going to go out of your chest.

Suddenly, the crowd went more and more crazy and you soon didn't see Bill and the rest of his crew anymore. You started panicking, the crowd even closer than before.

"Y/N !" was all you heard with some disgusting questions from the paparazzis.

You couldn't walk anymore and you felt like you couldn't fill your lungs of air anymore.

"Y/N ! She's not filling good ! Stop it !" you heard a guy say before seeing completely black.

MICHAEL'S POV

"Is she soon coming ?" I asked impatiently to Frank.

He sighed again and looked at me. "Don't know, child. Wait a little longer."

"But I can't !" I exclaimed throwing my arms in the air. "I'm starting to feel worried." I breathed. Frank gave me sympathetic smile.

"Frank !" we heard someone shout. I turned around and saw a guy from the crew of Bill completely out of breath. Frank looked at him with a confused look. "It's Y/N..." he whispered, trying to catch his breath. I felt my heart beat faster at the mention of her name, understanding it wasn't good news. "She-... she had a pannic attack after exiting the airport." he finished.

"What the hell ?!" I exclaimed loudly, understanding it was the fault of these damn paparazzis. "Where is she now ?"

"At the hospital, Mr Jackson." he said.

I hurried to the car, Frank following me. "Wait, Michael !" he shouted.

"She needs me !" I stopped and looked at him. He sighed and continued to follow me to the car, understanding he won't be able to change my mind.

The driver looked at us and I told him where we needed to go.

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Arriving in front of the hospital, tons of fans and paparazzis were here, making my jaw fall. What the heck ?

I went off the car and hurried into the hospital.

"Michael ! Is she gonna die ?!" I heard a paparazzi scream. Oh, how I wanted to punch him in the face !

"Michael..." I looked up to see Bill with a sad expression. "I'm sorry I couldn't help her before she fainted."

"It's okay, Bill. I know you made a good job." I told him with a little smile.

One of the nurses showed me the room where Y/N and I knocked slowly before entering the room.
I sighed, seeing her laying on the bed, her eyes barely opened.

"Baby..." I breathed, relieved to see her face. She looked at me and smiled lazily. "Are you alright ?" I asked softly, sitting next to her bed and taking her hand in mine.

She nodded softly. "I'm so happy you're here." she whispered, her voice weak.

"I'm too." I smiled, caressing her face softly.

"We weren't supposed to see each other here but..." she trailed off, laughing a little. I giggled and stared at her beauty.

"Even like this, you're breathtaking." I whispered. She looked at me and smiled, blushing. I leaned and kissed her lips softly, relieved that she was fine.

A/N : I'm back ! :) sorry for the low quality. Feedbacks would be really nice ❤