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Note: This is number one of the Valentine's Day Song Fics series. 😌 Lemme know what you think! xx

Listen to the above song while reading.

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This night, no, I don't wanna talk about her

Tonight, I really wanna fix your hurt

'Cause I can see it in your face

Your heart is breaking, heart is breaking

"I just..." Mikey sighed dejectedly, slumping down on the sofa next to you as he ran his hands through his mangled hair and huffed, "I don't get it. I try so hard, ya know? To be the perfect boyfriend. To make her happy. But it seems like everything I do, she has a problem with. Everything has to end in an argument. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?" he questioned with a light shake of his head, tilting his head to gaze at you with a face that looked tired and worn out, with eyes that held so much pain.

You hugged your knees closer to your chest and rested your head atop them as you stared back with a sympathetic downcast of your eyes. Reaching out one of your steady hands, you clasped Mikey's fingers and encased his hand in your grip, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

No, this night, no, I don't wanna hear her name

Tonight, no, I don't wanna play her games

'Cause I, I really wanna be the one to take you

One to take you home

"No matter what I do, or how hard I try, I can't seem to make things right with her," he continued, eyebrows creasing as he swallowed a few times, no doubt to try and get rid of the lump forming in his throat, "And it hurts, (Y/N). It hurts fighting with her. I mean, I'd give her the world if I could, but apparently that's not good enough. I'm not good enough."

His voice cracked marginally on those last three words; a discrepancy so vague you almost didn't catch it. It was clear that he was trying his upmost not to break down in front of you, but his efforts couldn't at all mask the severity of the heartache he was suffering through, and as you watched him – eyes glistening, breathing uneven, hands wringing – your heart broke too.

You hated to see him like this, but sadly, these types of visits from Mikey had become somewhat of a regular thing. Every two weeks, at the least, you would find yourself sitting on your sofa with a forlorn and despondent Mikey pouring his heart out to you about how badly his last argument with his girlfriend had affected him. You comforted him every single time – as a good friend should – but as time went on and the visits became more and more frequent, you noticed yourself becoming more and more ticked off.

Fed up of being the shoulder you cry on

I want to be the shoulder you lie on

Everyday, every night

I'll be fine, I'll be fine

If you're mine

Your feelings for Mikey were not at all common knowledge – to him or to anyone – since he had a girlfriend. Yet, when you found out just how much of a manipulative bitch she was and how badly she was treating him, you started slowly but surely building up the courage to tell him how you felt. The only problem was that he seemed to still be madly in love with her.

Fed up of being the one that you lean on

I want to be the one that you dream of

Everyday, every night

I'll be fine (I'll be fine, I'll be fine)

Hearing the things that she would say and do to him... oh, it made your blood boil. Mikey deserved the sun, the stars, the universe and more – he did not deserve to be treated like garbage.

You knew that she was using him, and you knew that the sooner he got away from that toxic relationship, the better. You'd told him this numerous times, but he must've caught a bad case of Stockholm syndrome, since he kept on going back to her.

"Mikey," you spoke softly, hand still firmly clasping his, "this can't go on anymore. You can't let it."

"I know, (Y/N), I know," he sighed, voice muffled as a result of him rubbing his hands all over his exhausted face, "But it's not that simple. I can't just leave her."

You let out a scoff. "Of course you can. She's ruining you. You need to get away from her."

"We've been together almost five years. She's been my home for that entire time. What am I supposed to do if I leave her?"

You bit your lip.

If I get my way, I'mma take care of you

I can take her place; let me get my way, ooh

If you let me try, just one night, I can prove

I can take her place; let me get my way, ooh

(Hey, hey)

"You're better off without her," you whispered, gazing at him pleadingly, "You know that."

"Maybe," he conceded, nodding, "But the thing is... I don't know if I'll be able to survive without her."

Now there was a lump in your throat.

"Mikey," your voice was calm despite your insides wanting to erupt, and you gently untangled your hand from his, "there are other girls who would be much better for you. Who would take care of you and love you the way you deserve. Who you'd be much happier with."

"Like who?"

This time, no, I'mma make you see me too

This night, I'm never letting go of you

Tonight, I'mma put an end to all the waitin'

All the waitin'

"Like me."

Fed up of being the shoulder you cry on

I want to be the shoulder you lie on

Everyday, every night

I'll be fine, I'll be fine

If you're mine

You could practically feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, and it was only once your heart rate had picked up and Mikey had widened his eyes at you that you realized what you'd just said.

You were certain that there were plenty more conventional ways to confess your love to someone, but you were already in this deep, so you figured you might as well just dive all in.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you closed your eyes for a moment before opening them to meet Mikey's intense gaze.

Fed up of being the one that you lean on

I want to be the one that you dream of

Everyday, every night

I'll be fine (I'll be fine, I'll be fine)

"Mikey, for the past few months, every time you and that-that thing would get into a fight, you'd stroll into my house, plop down on my couch and I'd play therapist. Well, from now on, I'm not doing that anymore. I've already made my feelings on the matter quite clear; I think that you should leave her. Obviously, my advice doesn't seem to have had much of an effect, so," you drew in a shaky breath and threw your arms outwards, "drastic times, I guess."

If I get my way, I'mma take care of you

I can take her place; let me get my way, ooh

If you let me try, just one night, I can prove

I can take her place; let me get my way, ooh

"I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you from the very second I saw your stupid, dorky face, and I honestly don't think that I'll ever stop being in love with you. Each and every time you come here and complain to me about her, and every time I see how much it's tearing you apart, it kills me. I don't want you to be unhappy. I don't want you to be hurting. I want you to be happy – and I want to be the one to make you happy. I want to be that overly supportive, way too affectionate girlfriend who comes to all of your shows and cooks you dinner every night. I just want to make you the happiest you can be."

Mikey opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a finger to stop him.

Don't you know I try

To forget about you and I

Being more than just friends, oh I, need ya

'Cause I've been on your side

Long before this new girl came by

She does nothin' but tell you lies

I know

"Before you say anything," you continued, sighing, "I just want to say that I've tried to get over you and to not think about being with you and what loving you would be like. Clearly, I haven't done a great job at that. But damn it, Mikey, I've been there for you from the beginning all the way 'til now. I was with you before her, I loved you before her, and I am better for you than her. Maybe you feel the same way, maybe you don't..." you stopped to run your tongue over your lips and rub your arm, "but at least now you know."

If I get my way, I'mma take care of you

I can take her place; let me get my way, ooh

If you let me try, just one night, I can prove

I can take her place, let me get my way

Oh woah woah oh

All was eerily silent as the both of you looked at one another, unblinking and unspeaking. Then, a ghost of a smile danced along Mikey's lips. There was warmth coursing through his body unlike he'd ever felt before, and as he reached out to cup your face, it intensified.

"So," he started, rubbing his thumb over your cheek gently.

If I get my way, I'mma take care of you

I can take her place; let me get my way, ooh

If you let me try (me try), just one night, I can prove

I can take her place; let me get my way, ooh

If I get my way, I'mma take care of you

I can take her place; let me get my way (ooh)

If you let me try, just one night, I can prove

I can take her place, let me get my way, ooh

"This is what true love feels like, huh?"

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