5SOS Smut

Michael Clifford One Shot

"I told you he was an asshole [Y/N]." Michael sighed.

Tonight you had walked in on your boyfriend cheating on you. This was the last straw in your book and you weren’t going to take his crap anymore. So you broke up with him, running out of his house crying as he untangled himself from the brunettes embrace chasing after you apologizing. But you weren’t taking it so you got in your car and called your best friend, Michael.

Michael told you to meet him at the look out point of the town. So pulling yourself together you drove and parked and waited for Michael to show up. Once he did, you got out of the car and ran to him for a hug. Now you’re both sitting on the hood of his car watching the stars.

"I know you did i just thought you were being over protective not serious…" You sighed.

Sitting in silence for the next few minutes you drew little patterns on the back part of his hand. Tears silently rolled down your cheeks. Your head was placed on Michael’s shoulder as you guys were now laying down. Mikey sat up pulling you with him. He left you sitting but jumped off the car and opened his back door of his car.

"Mikey what are you doing?" You ask, rubbing you cheeks with the sleeves of his flannel that he let you borrow because you got cold.

Without a word he pulled out his acoustic guitar and got back on the hood of the car. Sitting on the edge so he could place his foot on the front bumper to prop his knee up so he had a place to balance his guitar, he quietly still without a word tuned it up. You went to question him again but were stopped by the familiar sound of the acoustic version of your favorite song.

"Mikey…" You whispered. A small smile forming on your face as your glossy eyes stared at him. He always played this for you when you would come crying to him over your asshole of a, now - ex boyfriend.

Wrapping your arms around his torso from behind you buried your face into his back as he started singing. Sighing in comfort and relief as the familiar tune flowed through your ears. A slight chill from the wind on your bare legs from wearing shorts sent goosebumps across your skin. As Michael finished up the song you yawned realizing how tired you now were.

"Can i stay with you tonight?" You asked.

Mikey nodded. Again removing himself from the hood of the car and you - he placed the guitar back in the backseat. He then picked you up and carried you to the front passenger side and sat you down.

"But what about my-"

"We’ll get it in the morning." He said smiling as he started driving. You drifted off to sleep knowing you were safe with your best friend.