michael clifford imagines

His Clothes

I huffed as I shifted my weigh from foot to foot. My eyes raked over the walk-in closet Michael and I shared. I was standing in front if my side if the huge closet, band t-shirts and jeans stood out, a couple of skirts and and a small number of dresses scattered here and there. I still hadn't decided what I would wear for today, and I definetely was getting frustrated.

Today Michael and I are going to meet up with some of his old school friends in a small restaurant downtown. He said that I could just wear jeans and a t-shirt, which is what I normally use, but I still feel like it isn't enough. I've never met Michael's friends and I didn't want to look like I always do.

"Babe hurry up," Michael whined from the doorway. His platinum blond hair was spiked up, black RayBans covered his beutiful bright green eyes that I love staring into so much. As for his clothes, he looked perfect, as usual. He had a black leather jacket that covered his Sex Pistols t-shirt that I love so much. His long legs were covered in tight skinny jeans and beat up Converse covered his feet.

"I don't know what to wear." I huffed, crossing my arms on my chest.

"I told you, just wear some jeans and a shirt. The boys are already at the restaurant." With that he turned around and left the room.

I went back into the closet and started the grueling process that was choosing an outfit. I am getting complicated over nothing, right? I mean, Michael did say that it wasn't anything fancy. I turned around, facing the island that sat in the middle of the closet and Michael's side. My eyes wandered over all of his clothes, which were about 70% band t-shirts, 20% skinny jeans and 10% formal attire. A few bands stood out, good thing is Michael and I have basically the same music taste, so I sometimes borrowed one of his...

Yes! One of his t-shirts! A small smile danced across my face as I walked around the island, not breaking eye contact with the rack of clothes in front of me. My hands slighty grazed the different materials of the clothes as I walked in front of them all, a small smirk on my face as I chose what I was going to wear.

My hands stopped as I stared at the sweater that I was touching. Memories played like a movie; cuddling seshions on the couch while watching our favorite movies, rainy days spent holding each other close, hugs that made me want nothing else besides his arms...

The thin material of the ash grey sweater was extremely soft against my skin, the sleeves had to be rolled up a couple of times so the tips of my fingers could be seen. The hem of the comfortable sweater sat mid-thigh, making an odd contrast agains my skinny jeans. I could wear this as a dress. I thought in amusement as I played with the sleeves, looking at myself in the mirror.

There was no doubt about it, he looked a thousand times better in this sweater, but the thought that crossed my mind and made me smile was not that. I'm wearing his clothes. I'm his, he's mine.

I could never say this aloud, but when you wear another's clothes, it doesn't have to be spoken.

"I'm done, we can leave now." I said as I walked into the kitchen, looking at him as he sat in one of the bar stools. He looked at me, his eyes leaving his phone as a small smile danced across his cherry red lips as he noticed my outfit. I looked down, pulling the hem slightly, "Sorry, I didn't ask, hope you don't mind." I said.

He stood up and walked towards me, leaning down and putting his arms around my torso, his chin atop my head. "You look adorable, baby." He whispered, just to be listened by us. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent, a bit of vanilla and aftershave, a combination that I have come to love.

"We shoud go, don't want to keep you friends waiting any longer." I murmured, not physically doing anything to move away from the protective grip that offered my boyfriend. My boyfriend. I can't stop saying that.

"They can wait a few more minutes."

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A/N: Haven't written in a while, hope you don't mind. I'm thinking of getting name requests, don't know yet. I'm horrible wih names and I almost never name the girl so I'll tell you guys if I do want to take requests so you guys can comment. Much love, Andrea.

P.S. I hope you know what sweater I'm talking about, he looks so cuddly in it.