Miguelllll!!
another boyfriend?” Miguel asks, there’s almost a sneer on his face. “You can’t even handle being single for a month.”
He doesn’t even mean what he’s saying, but he hates seeing you move on. Miguel’s self-aware enough to know he’s in the wrong. He wasn’t a good boyfriend. That doesn’t mean you’re allowed to move on, though. Isn’t it obvious he still wants you? Why do you need some other guy? Just come crawling back to him like you always do.
"So what if i do? We broke up, you broke up with me. It doesn't matter." I fold my arms, tapping my foot against the floor
“That doesn’t mean you don’t still belong to me,” Miguel says and just like that the mask slips. That line was honest. He does think you belong to him. He honestly believes that no matter what you said you’re still his girlfriend.
He’s not going to make this easy. He might even make a scene, but he won’t let you go.
"I don't belong to you." I scoff, swinging my long black hair behind my shoulder
“Yeah, you do. I decide what you do and who you do it with.” He smirks, sure that he’s going to change your mind. “No matter what you decide. You want me anyway.”
He takes a step closer, so close your foreheads are almost touching. “You don’t want some other guy.”
"I have to go get ready for a date, Miguel. I have to go." I step away from him
“Why the hell do you even want to date anyone else?! I’m here! Your boyfriend is right here!” Miguel is practically screaming at you, not just mad now but also hurt that you would choose to date some random guy over him.
“How could you possibly be into some random guy over your boyfriend?”
"you! Broke! up! With! Me!"
“I know I made a mistake!” He says, grabbing your arm before you can get away again. “I know I was stupid and I regret it now. But this random guy doesn’t deserve you! He’s not good for you like I am!”
"You don't know whats good for me!" I hiss out, tugging my arm out of his grip
“I know you better than you know yourself!” He’s losing it now, his voice strained with emotion as he tries and fails to hold you. “You’re going to look back to this moment when you realize how perfect we were for each other and regret this! You need me! I am the best you’ll ever get!”
"Just leave me alone!" I walk away, out of the building, squinting at the brightness of the sun. I walk to my car and drive home
Miguel leans against the wall, watching you leave. He can’t make himself say anything else, but he watches you until you’re gone.
He doesn’t like that you’re leaving - he doesn’t like that you’re choosing this other guy over him. He wants you back. He needs you back. He’ll do anything and even hurt you if he has to because he just needs you back.
That night, my friends posted a photo onto Instagram of us all hanging out a club, my new boyfriend was no where to be seen. i was wearing a black tight dress, my long black hair pulled up into a bun
Miguel sits in his living room, stalking you on social media. He’s in a really bad mood now, thinking about how you’re going out and having fun and leaving him out of it.
When he sees that photo, he feels a wave of jealousy hit him. You’re out having fun, wearing a dress that shows off your body so much he’s almost sure you’re not wearing anything underneath it. You look so damn good. And this other guy isn’t even in the photo. What’s he do for you?
around 2a.m, i call miguel, i sounded drunk, outside, hiccupping, and cold. It was winter
Miguel answers the call even though he’s still in a jealous rage. “What?” He snaps, not taking into account that you’ve basically stumbled out into the winter at 2am in minimal clothing.
i sound like im crying "I miss you" hic, "i only wanted to make you jealous, but the new guy wanted it to be ser-"hic "serious."
Miguel’s eyes widen - his jealousy immediately replaced with anxiety. “What the hell are you talking about?! What happened? Are you okay?!” Miguel seems ready to jump off the couch and run outside to wherever you are.
i shiver "It's cold, i'm cold."
Miguel is practically frothing at the mouth with anxiety now, his tone harsh. “Where are you?! Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?!” He suddenly feels like an awful boyfriend for letting you end up like this.
“I’m coming to get you.”
"I'm at the club we used to always go to." I hic
“Alright, I’ll come get you.” Miguel hangs up the phone, already starting to run to his car. He really doesn’t understand what he’s worried about, but he doesn’t care. You’re cold and drunk. You need to be picked up immediately.
i hang up the phone, sitting on the curb, i slide my heels off
Miguel’s car screeches to a stop next to you just a minute later. Miguel quickly hops out, seeing you sitting next to a sidewalk in a dress with your shoes off. “What the hell?” He asks as he runs up to you. “Why aren’t you wearing shoes or a coat?!”
"My fee-"hic "feet hurt."
Miguel takes one look at your feet and his brow furrows. His voice almost goes soft as he carefully picks you up, carrying you towards his car. “Oh, honey… come on, I’ll take you home.”
"Nooooo, my cat's gonna bite me and scratch me." I whine out
Miguel just looks at you with a confused expression on his face. “Honey, you’re drunk and it’s the middle of winter. You need to be inside. Your cat’s gonna do whatever it’s gonna do, but right now you need to be under a thick blanket in bed.”
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnneeeeee." I roll my eyes
Miguel smirks, gently placing you inside of his car. “You’re a handful, you know that?” He’s actually a little entertained by the way you sound. You sound cute when you get drunk. “How much did you even drink tonight?”
i shrug, grabbing the seatbelt, but missing and hitting my hand against the car
Miguel groans, feeling just a little frustrated. “Oh for god’s sake.” He reaches over and buckles the seatbelt around you, then starts up the car and turns up the heater before backing out of the parking lot.
once we get to my house, i click the button to take my seatbelt off, making it swing up and hit my chin, i wince
Miguel is very close to laughing at you. He’s just not used to seeing his girlfriend, the one he’s always thought of as tough and strong, this drunk and helpless. You just look so cute to him, and he couldn’t be more pleased right now.
“Is that going to leave a mark?” He asks you, voice tinged with concern.
"Maybe." I reach for the door handle, opening the car door, cold air blowing inside
Miguel immediately grabs your arm. “Oh hell no, you are not going anywhere right now. You’re drunk, you’re not wearing shoes, you’re basically wearing lingerie right now. You’re not going anywhere.”
"But my houssssseeeee" I whine
“We are going to your house. But you’re going with me, got it?” He opens the door and offers you his hand before realizing that you’ve basically got no traction on the soles of your feet right now.
He sighs, hoisting you up and wrapping his arm around your waist as he carries you towards your front door.
"Woah- Damnnn you're strong." I look at his arms
Miguel chuckles as he walks towards your house with you in his arms. He’s always enjoyed showing off his strength and while you’re obviously in no position to be impressed by it right now, he’s loving this.
“Just let me take care of you.” He says as he opens the front door for you.
i step off of him, turning the light on, my cat runs up, scratching my ankle, then running and hiding under the couch "Told you." I mutter to miguel, throwing my shoes onto the floor.
“Yeah, your cat’s crazy.” Miguel follows you inside, glancing at the cat and watching it hide under the couch. Then, he turns to you, glancing at your feet and cringing. “Jesus, those feet must be cold.”
“I could carry you up to your room if you want,” he says. “Let me just help you get cleaned up.”
i stumble over to the couch, plopping on
Miguel rushes over to you, worried that you’re going to hurt yourself. He can barely get the words out of his mouth. “Honey, your feet!” He reaches down and gently touches the bare soles of your feet. “Those must be frozen!”
He pulls you onto his lap, trying to keep you from falling back onto the floor as he puts your feet up on his knees and tries to warm them back up.
my phone vibrates, i check it, then groan "My boyfriend." I throw my phone to the other side of the couch
Miguel sees the phone vibrate then hears you groan. “Your boyfriend?” he asks, frowning as he rubs your feet to try and warm them. He’s clearly not happy about this other guy.
“I thought we were going back together,” he says, his voice a little harsh.
i groan, lifting myself up to him, i wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him
Miguel freezes for a second when you hug him. He’s not sure if you meant to do that but he can’t complain. He slowly hugs you back, the heat of his body radiating against your bare legs.
“What was that for?” he asks you, a little distracted now. “Are you drunk enough that you don’t realize who you’re hugging?” He laughs a little. He’s not upset. He likes having you here.
"I know who im hugging." i mutter "I don't want my new boy-friend, i want you. You treat me like a queen, while he always cancels and doesn't touch me."
Miguel just stares at you, not sure how to respond. Part of him wants to be flattered that you want him back, that you like how he treats you. He can’t help the smile that crosses his face when he realizes how drunk you are.
“So that means you’re breaking up with the new guy, right?” he asks, sounding hopeful.
"Yeah, yeah, as soon as tomorrow morning. I'm tired." I swing us down to the couch, i curl up into him
Miguel wraps his arms around you as you nestle into him. He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re a wreck,” he says.
“You do look really cute though.” He smiles and kisses you on the forehead. “Let’s get you to bed. We can sort out the breakup stuff tomorrow.”
"But, i don't want to move. my couch is comfy."
“Maybe it’s time you get comfortable with my lap then, mía.” Miguel pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he holds you. He’s not sure what else to do with you right know.
“We’ll worry about your relationship crisis later. Right now, we just need you to rest.” He leans back in his seat, smiling as he watches you in his lap. “Look at you, my little drunk queen. So cute.”
"Can you get a blanket for us? Plllleeeaaaassseeee."
Miguel sighs, his smile breaking apart a little bit. “Yeah, fine.” He gets up, walking out of the room and letting go of you. A few seconds later, he comes back with a blanket draped over his arms. He wraps it over both of you and cuddles you back into his arm.
“There, I did what you asked. Now are you gonna listen when I say it’s bedtime?”
i curl into him, shutting my eyes
Miguel grins at your response and holds you close. While he is a little annoyed at how childish you sound, he still can’t resist you. You need him like this. You’re in a vulnerable position and he’s doing it for you.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Go to sleep now.”
i fall asleep quickly
Miguel smiles when he sees your face go lax and your breathing finally slows. Your arms and legs droop over him and he just snuggles you in his lap for a few minutes. He can’t help but kiss the top of your head.
Once you’re fully asleep, he lifts you up and carries you inside of your room, laying you down as gently as he can. He can’t help but linger a little bit by your side. “I swear,” he whispers. “Once you sober up, there’s going to be a big-ass conversation.”
the next morning I woke up, my head killing me
You wake up and everything is spinning around you. The brightness from the sun hurts your eyes. The smell of alcohol is just making you queasy.
You slowly open your eyes, not remembering in the slightest where you are or how you got here. You just groan and try to sit up, failing miserably. You catch sight of Miguel, who is staring down at you, looking disappointed.
“Can you remember anything?” he asks, sounding a little annoyed.
"Yes," i groan "i remember all of it."
Miguel huffs, but at least it’s a start. He crosses his arms, trying to stay mad at you for the way you acted last night. Unfortunately for him, he can’t. You’re just too cute.
“What do you remember?” he asks.
"All, to the call and falling asleep."
“Mmmhm. So you remember saying that you want me back?” Miguel wants you to remember that, he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear you admit you made a mistake.
“And you’re going to break up with that other guy, right?”
Miguel notices the way you flinch at his words. You don’t like the way he’s talking to you.
He sighs and walks over to your bedside table. His demeanor has changed now. He’s in boyfriend mode. “You were really drunk last night, and I think we need to have a big conversation. Let me make you some coffee and we can talk about it.”
He walks over to your bedside table and turns on your coffee maker. He’s already making decisions for you. He’s a little too controlling at times, but you’re kind of okay with it.