michael clifford imagines

"I love you"

Today it was Michael and I's eight month anniversary and he told me to 'wear someting comfy' and go to his place.

I sighed happily, thinking of all the happy memories I had shared with him in all these months. I wouldn't trade them for the world. I grabbed my over night bag, which only contained a fancy dress (just in case), a chunky necklace and my favorite perfume. Everything else I would need was already in his appartment.

It was funny, how we both had our separate appartments, but we stayed at each others places most days of the week. I guess we weren't ready for the commitment that went with officially living together.

I gathered my keys and my phone, getting into the car and driving toward Michael's flat, a short drive away.

I went up to the second floor and let myself in, setting my bag beside the door.

"Babe?" I called, walking to the living room.

A small gasp escaped my mouth, admiring the beutiful set up Michael had arranged for our anniversary. His couch was full of pillows and blankets, rose petals covering most of the floor around it. In front of the couch, the coffee table was full of my favorite snacks and movies.

"Oh my-" "All for you, princess." He cut me off. I looked over at him as my smomach filled with butterflies.

Every time I look at him it feels like the first time. His hair, a bright green that contrasted beautifully with his pale skin, making his amazing blue-green eyes stand out.

"Thank you so much for this," I said as I walked over to him "you're the perfect boyfriend." I chuckled, wrapping my hands around his neck.

"Only because you're the perfect girlfriend," he said, slowly leaning down and giving me a short yet sweet kiss.

"Well, lets get this movie marathon going, shall we?"

We walked over to the couch, hand in hand. Sitting down, he opened his arms, and I gladly got comfortable, my head on his chest, his hand tracing patterns on my forearm, everything about this is perfect.

"Happy eight month anniversary babe. These months have been the best of my whole life, I'm so happy that you came into my life and agreed to be my girlfriend. I love you so so much." He said, love dripping like honey from each and every word. I moved my head up so I could look at him.

"I love you, Michael Gordon Clifford."

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A/N: These will be short and long imagines, feel free to suggest any ideas or if you want me to use your name for one if the imagines. Much love, Andrea.