{A/N : This imagine will be quite strange but I hope that you will still like it x) don't forget to vote and comment ! ♡}

YOUR POV

You were laying on your bed, brushing your hair as you hummed a song. You had your white nightie on.

Michael was in the studio, working for the day and you were gonna take a shower.

Standing up after you finished to brush your hair, you took all the stuff that you will need for your shower; shampoo, soap, towels... and entered in the bathroom.

You opened the door of the spacious shower and hanged the biggest towel above it. You turned on the water and adjusted it at the perfect temperature. Then, you undressed yourself and entered the shower, the warm water hitting your skin as you relaxed. You started to wash your hair and put some shampoo, massing your head before rinsing.

Suddenly, when you were ready to wash your body, you heard the front door opening. Your heart started to beat faster as you remembered that you didn't lock the door of the bathroom but you calmed down as you thought that it was only Michael coming home early.

You heard footsteps coming toward your bedroom, making you nervous when you shouldn't be.
You stopped the water to hear better the person.

The door of your bedroom opened and the footsteps were now close to you. But they weren't the same as Michael. You didn't recognize the sound of Michael's loafers hitting the floor.

"Michael ? Is it you ?" you screamed for the person to hear you, scared.

Suddenly, the door of the bathroom opened violently and you saw through the shower that the person was not Michael.
You screamed as you saw some paparazzi taking pictures of you naked.

"WHAT THE FUCK ?! STOP ! YOU BASTARD !" you shouted, vulnerable, trying to hide your body with your hands.

The person didn't say a word but continued to take pictures of you. You had tears in your eyes, not knowing what to do.

You just wanted Michael to help you.

You didn't understand why the security didn't find this man and how did he enter the house.

"STOP !!!" you were crying, still holding your hands in front of your breasts and your intimate part.

Then, you heard the front door open for the second time. This time, it was really Michael.
The paparazzi stopped and for the first time, you could see an expression of fear on his face. He was staring at the door of the bedroom, still. You took this opportunity to take the towel that you hanged on the door and wrapped it around your wet body.

"Baby ? Are you here ?" you heard Michael from the living room, trying to find him.

"Michael ! Please come in the bathroom ! HURRY ! " you shouted, hoping that he would help you.

You heard him run in the stairs and immediatly, the man tried to hide behind something, as if I wasn't gonna say where to Michael.

"Baby, what's wrong ?" Michael asked, worry in his voice as he entered the bathroom. He saw you with tears on your cheeks, holding the towel for dear life. He then saw the man who was hiding behind the  bathtub. "Who the fuck are you ? And why are you in my house ? Huh ?!" Michael yelled, becoming more and more angry as he saw the camera in the man's hands.

The man was looking back and forth between Michael and you, his forehead becoming sweaty.

Michael had his fists and jaw clenched, looking at the man with eyes of fire. He approached the man very slowly, smoke exiting his nostrils. He raised his fist and punched the man hard on his face, making you jump as a gasp exited your lips.

They started to fight and you couldn't do anything about it, your heart still beating faster than usual.
Then, an idea popped in your head and you went to your bedroom, taking the phone and calling the police, explaining everything that happened.

You went back to the bathroom and Michael was now on top of the man, trying to take the camera from his hands. The paparazzi was trying to punch him but failed miserably. Michael took the camera and held the man in place, for he couldn't move from his grip. Michael started to see the pictures, clearly shocked from what he was seeing.

"How could you take pictures of my girlfriend like this ?!" Michael screamed as he punched him another time. "And when she was naked !"

The man's face was all purple after all the punched and soon the police came, arresting the man and trashing the camera.

When they left, it was just you and Michael.

You were still a little bit shocked and dressed in the bathroom. When you were finished, you entered your bedroom and climbed in bed with Michael. He held you in his arms in silence, stroking very slowly your head as he kissed you passionately.

"I'm so sorry for what happened, babygirl." he apologized, his eyes desolate.

"You don't have to apologise. It wasn't your fault. On the contrary, I should thank you for coming and helping me. I wouldn't know what to do if you didn't come." you whispered, kissing his lips softly.

After a few moment, you fell asleep on Michael's chest, forgetting about this crazy story.

{A/N : Sorry for the low quality, I'm not very proud of this one x) I hope that you liked it though ! xo }