The girl on the balcony
“𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲.”
ꫂ᭪݁ Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! black reader
ꫂ᭪݁ Type: One shot (potential pt2) - sfw
ꫂ᭪݁ WC: 2.4K words
A /N: This fic gave me HELL😭 i had to scrap and rewrite it so many times so i hope you guys enjoy <3
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February 28th 1984
The shrine auditorium in Los Angeles was filled to the brim with thousands of stars and celebrities from different decades and generational successes.
The smell of excitement filled the air with cameras flashing at every corner. A large variety of female and male artists on the iconic velvet red carpet, speaking into the mics of famous journalists and media about which designer they decided to represent tonight.
You were here tonight out of luck. Being the niece of one of the journalists here tonight had its perks.
When your uncle told you that he had a spare ticket you practically snatched it out of his hand.
You were currently sitting in balcony row c, with the rest of many excited fans. From up here the stage felt like it was miles away.
You were just a fan attending but you’ve managed to get multiple compliments from many people here even the celebrities attending the awards. The whitney houston included.
I mean you knew that you looked stunning tonight. The maroon bedazzled dress that you spent weeks designing yourself has never complimented your brown skin better. Your tight curls that are usually let free are now in a fancy half up half down hairdo, bringing to light your gorgeous face and makeup.
You were buzzing at the fact that celebrities you’d only seen on television or heard on the radio were now in the same building as you conversing amongst themselves.
Hundreds of famous stars were here tonight yet the only star that seems to be everyone’s main topic of conversation, whose album is currently sky rocketing on the charts, Michael Jackson.
he’s currently sitting at the front in the middle of Brooke Shields and Emmanuel Lewis. He looks devastatingly handsome tonight. Adorned in a military style black and gold sequinned jacket, a white crystal glove concealing his right hand and black aviators on his unreadable face.
Even from all the way up you here you could feel the goosebumps from the aura and power that radiates from this young man.
You knew he was going to make history tonight. But what you didn’t know is the effect you’d have on him when he glances upwards at the girls screaming his name from the balcony you’re seated at, he gives a soft small smile before the smile slightly falters.
Deep melanin skin kissed by dark red bedazzled silk is the only thing he sees when he focuses properly on the balcony. It’s been a while since Michael has seen this type of beauty before, the type of beauty that inspired many of his songs. He barely registers the screaming fans who are still reacting from the smile he gave. The only thing going through his mind is who is that.
You notice michael is still glancing upwards at the balcony you’re seated at, the girls behind you are still losing their minds but for some reason, even though his eyes can’t be seen through his dark lenses, you can’t help but feel that his stare is on you, its almost penetrating.
Broken from his trance when his name gets called up, winning his first award of the evening he looks away from the balcony to get up and make his way to the stage.
This happens multiple times. Award after award, dropping the jaws of everyone in attendance tonight including your own. By now you’ve grown used to the loud cheering in fact you’ve joined in with the girls around you screaming and cheering for him.
And for what feels like the hundredth time tonight michael glances up at the balcony again.
This time when he does, you hold his eye contact looking directly at him.
Michael feels his breath hitch in chest slightly when he notices you looking back down at him, confidently holding his gaze with your own.
A new wave of confidence randomly takes over you as you lift your fingers up twirling them in a flirtatious wave, your heart pounding in your chest at anticipation at what his reaction would be.
Behind his dark shades his eyes widen slightly at the bold move directed at him, before his lips curl up ever so slightly into a small smirk.
Licking his lips, he looks away from the small game you’re both playing to clap for the next artist who just won an award.
15 minutes pass of the award show running smoothly, cameras capturing many excited faces, the audience is lively and bursting with energy patiently waiting for who will be next to receive a Grammy.
"And the winner for the best pop vocal is…Michael Jackson!"
Screams and cheers erupt in the auditorium again at history being made. Seven awards, this has never happened to any artist before.
Michael makes his way through the crowd once again for the seventh time tonight getting behind the small mic as he leans his tall figure down to speak. This time he calls up his sisters to the stage. Latoya, Janet and Rebbie all beautiful with excited smiles for their brother. He takes his time to give thanks to the people whom he loves and who have helped him. Overall expressing his love and gratitude at the success of his album thriller.
"Um..i made a deal with myself if i win one more award which is seven, which is a record, i would take off my glasses."
The crowd laughs softly but your eyes widen at his words heart racing in anticipation of getting to properly see his gorgeous face for the first time in person tonight.
"Now i..i dont wanna take them off really but.."
Michael says with a sheepish smile, awkwardly scratching the back of his head
"Take them off!!" The girls around you to start chant and you can't help but to join along, desperately wanting to get just the slightest glimpse of his eyes.
At the loud commotion coming from the balcony, he looks up briefly giving a shy smile before turning to his sisters that encourage him. He faces forward again leaning back down on the mic to say:
"Okay well Katharine Hepburn, who is a dear friend of mine, she told me i should and i'm doing it for her, okay?
"And the girls in the balcony"
With that he removes the dark aviators revealing the handsome face that makes you have to grip onto the balcony railing for support.
Your ears are practically blocked from the way the girls around you are losing their minds screaming enough to hurt your ears jumping up and down with tears of excitement at the fact that michael took off his glasses for them.
But you barely heard or noticed anything going on around you because even though the dedication was to the 'girls' on the balcony, he might aswell have said girl with the way he looks up locking proper eye contact with you for the first time tonight without his dark shades in the way.
Your lungs forget how to work when your eyes met his. Large bambi shaped eyes, dark in colour yet so kind and full of love. He blows a kiss to the balconys direction before growing shy himself, causing one of the girls behind you to almost lose consciousness.
At end of the Grammy awards, Michael has now gotten the most awards ever in Grammy history. When he got up to receive his eighth and final award not too long ago, your voice was one of the loudest cheering for him.
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Backstage, Michael poses with his producer Quincy jones, his long arms cupping all eight awards to his chest with pride smiling brightly for the cameras. To say he was happy would be an understatement. Thriller took ages to perfect, and the fact that so many people have shown love towards it was enough to make him emotional.
However with all the gratitude that he had, there was only one thing on his mind and only one person who he wanted to finally get the chance to at least speak to or get a proper glimpse up close, it was the brown skinned beauty from the balcony who captured his full attention the minute he glanced up at her. And decided to make his desire to know her even worse when she gave him that flirtatious wave.
You were making your way through a random hallway tiredly, in search of what you would hope to be the exit. It sucks how large buildings such as these never seemed easy to navigate.
It'd been a long day after spending hours putting your outfit, hair and makeup together and then sitting through a three hour award show. Your feet were killing you in these heels, all you could think of was getting out of this dress, running yourself a warm bath and-
Your train of thought gets interrupted when you crash face first into a rough sequinned feeling material.
You stumble slightly trying to step back and apologise to whoever it was you crashed into when you feel the warmth of large strong hands on either side of your waist keeping you steady.
"You alright love? thats my bad i shouldn't have rounded the corner that fast."
That voice
You look up and practically forget how to breathe when you come face to face with Michael Jackson who’s looking down at you without any glasses on, his features were more striking than ever up close.
Your mouth opens and closes like a fish which makes him chuckle softly, the sound tugging at your heart as he gently lets go of your waist but doesn’t step back in fact he only closes the distance even more
"You're the girl on the balcony right?"
"I...yeah, sorry- you’ve caught me off guard"
You nervously chuckle trying not to freak out whilst also trying not to embarrass yourself even further.
"It’s alright, like i said completely my fault."
Michael says clearly as stunned as you were from the abrupt running into each other, but his eyes continue to trail over you as if finally getting to appreciate your beauty up close.
“You caused an uproar up there by the way, when you took off those glasses” You joke breaking the silence and easing the timid tension
At the joke, Michaels shoulders relax as he laughs "You were the loudest up there by the way, plus maybe i took em off for you"
At this you smile making his heart melt even more for you.
"Oh you took em off for me? no way, there were girls there who practically bursted my ear drums" You say matching his banter.
He chuckles enjoying the playfulness between you both "Maybe, but they weren't cheering and waving at me the way you were."
His words make your ears feel hot as your eyes flicker away shyly
"Well i’m a huge fan of your work sir, seeing you get all those deserved awards, i couldn't hold back."
He shakes his head with a gentle smile "Call me Michael, and thank you it means a lot to me."
"Speaking of work, who are you wearing tonight? This dress looks stunning on you”
Your smile widens at the compliment “Thank you i..designed it myself actually”
Your words make Michael’s eyebrows shoot up
“You designed this yourself? really?”
“Mhm” you nod
"I design clothes just for fun, it's been a hobby of mine ever since i was a little girl."
Michael replies "Well change that fun into something bigger, i promise you with talent like that i could be dressed in one of your pieces by the next Grammys."
You swore if you weren't brown skinned your face would be completely red at the way he was complimenting you.
"Thank you, that’s very kind."
"It's my pleasure gorgeous, in fact how about you give me your number? So in the future if i do need a new design i know who to call."
Michael says using this excuse just to have a chance to call you and hopefully see you again…..maybe arrange a date even.
Still blushing at the pet name you nod as he calls over his security guard to bring him a pen and paper.
"Here" He says as you take it from him and start to scribble down your number
"Whats your name doll?"
You tell him your name which he once again uses the opporturnity to give a flirtatious compliment about how it matches your good looks. Gosh your cheeks felt like they were aching from the amount of times he's made you smile, was this the same shy man who received all those awards?
The same security guard from earlier walks over whispering something in his ear "Mr Jackson the car is ready" Michael nods slightly in disappointment before turning to you again
"Looks like our time here is up, pretty."
You give your own solemn nod before replying "Unfortunately, it's been an honour meeting and speaking to you sir." You say politely making him shake his head with a small chuckle
"Please, the honour is all mine. And its just Michael remember?"
"Right...michael. Congratulations once again on all of those awards, you deserve it."
His eyes soften at your sweetness "Thank you pretty, as much as i wanna keep talking to you, i gotta go before my bodyguard bill comes in here to carry me out. You’ll be sure to answer when i call you right?"
"Of course" You say almost immediately still screaming inside at how Michael Jackson has your phone number. Something tells you that he is going to abuse that opportunity the minute he leaves here.
Taking you by surprise, he leans in placing his large hands on your waist like he did earlier, almost purposely just to hear the way your breath hitches as he gets closer before giving the side of your mouth a soft peck.
He watches the way your already large eyes widen even more, giving you one last smile he lets go of your waist and walks away.
Dazed and unable to register the fact that he's now gone, you press your fingertips to the side of your lips where he kissed.
Just for a second, it felt like your brain circuits stopped working still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips against your skin and still smelling the strong scent of his cologne from when he leaned in, it only makes the desire within you burn for him even more.
Sitting in the backseat of the limo with his eight awards beside him, his own desire is burning as he hums to himself the new song lyrics he came up with the moment he first laid eyes on you.
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