{A/N : I'm so sorry guys for this long pause. I will try to write more because I'm in holiday ♡}

YOUR POV

You were laying on your bed, waiting. Waiting to call your boyfriend, Michael Jackson, who was actually on tour for his BAD Tour. It's been six months since he started his tour, and he haven't came back since that.
You glanced at the clock and it reads 9 p.m. You decided to call him because you couldn't wait any longer. You were missing him sooooo much ! And you knew that you needed to call him if you wanted to sleep.

You took the phone from your nightstand and dialed his number, hoping that he would get the call. You didn't remember in which country he was, but you just knew that he was in Europe, which means that you had a large difference of time from each other.

You were playing with your hair as you waited impatiently.

'Please, pick up the phone, Michael. Please !'

"Hello ?" your heart stopped as you heard his angelic voice. His voice was hoarse and you thought that it was not a good moment to call him. It made you dubtfully.

"M-Michael ?" you stuttered, not believing that you were speaking to the love of your life. "I-I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. I w-was just missing you so much and-" you moaned but Michael cut you off.

"Hey, it's okay, babygirl. You will never bother me, don't you already know that ?" he said, making your heart melt. "I'm not rehearsing or anything. It's like-" you heard him move things next to him. "5 in the morning. But don't worry, hearing your voice is the most adorable thing to hear at this time of the day."

Hopefully, he couldn't see you blush, which was a bless.

"How's work going ?" you asked as you relaxed on the pillows.

"It's doing good. The fans are great here in Germany, and I've learned some words in German." you laughed as you imagined your man talking in German. "It's been hard for me to sleep at night but I try to think about you, which help me a lot." you blushed at his comment. "And what about you ? I hope you don't feel too lonely at Neverland."

You sighed, thinking about your lonely days here. "Nothing special, really. I watch TV, I eat, I sleep... I listen to your voice." you sighed again, closing your eyes and trying to avoid the tears. "It's barely possible to live without you. Y-You're like my oxygen, the reason why I'm here." you heart tightened in your chest. It was too much for you.

"Baby, no, please, don't cry." Michael breathed, hearing you sniffling and your breathing accelerate.

Tears were now streaming down your face.

"I-I've watched your show in Italy on TV. I couldn't sleep all night. I cried and cried as I watched you dance and sing, all h-happy." your voice cracked. "When I was all alone here, thinking of you, making everything in my soul ache... Thi-This tour made me realize th-that I couldn't handle one day without you. This is torturing m-me, Michael." you were a totally mess right now, your make-up ruined. "I love you too much."

Michael was silent during a moment, and you started to have second thoughts. Maybe he thought you were crazy ? Maybe he doesn't even love you ?
You started to panic as Michael was still silent.

"Y/N... I love you so, so, so freaking much. I miss you as much as you miss me. I didn't tell you that, but I've been depressive since I started this tour. You're my everything..." he took a breath, his voice trembling. "Babygirl, I promise you that I will call everyday, even plenty of times a day if you want. And l promise you that I will take breaks to come to see you whenever I can. I will just have to talk to Frank. I don't want you to feel depressive because of me. Okay ?" he finished, making you feel so good. You nodded your head but remembered that he couldn't see you.

"Okay, Michael. I love you." you said as you smiled.

"I love you more, baby." he said sweetly.

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{A/N : I'm sorry if I made mistakes, I'm French so writing in english is hard for me. I wish you liked this imagine because I loved writing it :) }