michael clifford imagines

Waking Up

The sunlight shone brightly against my face, forcing me to wake up. I opened my eyes just the slightest, and happiness flowed through me, like someone injected me with sunshine and rainbows.

Moving my head slighly, I looked up, my eyes studying the band posters and slight mess around his room. It was actually pretty organized, considering the mess I had in mine. I layed my head back in his chest, his deep breaths making my head go slightly up and down.

I moved my head just a little bit so I could see his face. He looks so beautiful when he sleeps, his face is peaceful and his lips are slightly parted, light stubble covering his pale cheeks.

My fingers traced his jawline slowly and he mumbled something I couldn't comprehend, holding onto my waist.

I hated having to wake him up, but his arms were holding me tightly, pressing his body against mine, and I had to go the bathroom. I moved my head up to his jaw and gave him feather-like kisses, earning a groggy response.

"Baby?" I said softly, wanting to wake him up as smoothly as possible.

Something between a grunt and a moan escaped his mouth, as his head nuzzled in my neck.

"Michael, I need to pee..." I whispered, wiggling from his grasp.

"Umff, stay" he said, his morning voice undeniably hot as his head nuzzled even deeper into my neck.

"Babe, please" I chuckled, trying to move his hands from my waist.

"Ok, ok." He breathed, letting go.

I quickly went to the bathroom, did my business and brushed my teeth. Walking back into the room, I lifted the sheets and snuggled up to Michael again. He placed his hands on my waist and opened his eyes, bright blueish-green orbs staring right back at me. He smiled, a tight grin that made butterflies appear at the bottom of my stomach.

"Morning beautiful" he whispered. He was awake now, though his morning voice was still there.

"Mornin'" I replied back, admiring all of his features, letting myself dive into his eyes.

We were both staring at each other, my hands touching his hair, his hands around my waist rubbing small circles into my skin. In that exact moment I knew that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.