Unpredictable: a 5sos one shot compilation

Where I love you (Michael clifford + Hunger games)

So uh. do you want some feelings? oh you don't? okay. have some anyways. > : )

WARNINGS!

✿ hunger games spoilers.
✿feelings.

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You were 12. Driving with your parents to Disney World. The sky was starry and the roads were darkened by the night.

It was supposed to be a good day.

But your dad was humming a bit too much to the tune on the radio, and paying a bit too little attention to the road.

The car crashed.

Your family died that day, and you were paralyzed from the waist down, with a serious lung problem.

They won't let you leave the hospital because you need help eating, you need help moving, you need help breathing, you need help you need help you need help. It's a long list and it never seems to end.

The doctors have recently told you that you don't have much longer to live.

Good.

You hate your life anyways. what's the point of living when all you do is sit in a hospital bed?

The only thing you can do -can ever do- is watch tv, read books, and listen to music.

That's really the only good thing about your life, music.

Or, at least, 5 Seconds of Summer.

They always seem to make you smile, even on the worst days, and you're pretty sure you could list Michael Clifford as one of the only reasons why you're still alive.

You've sent him a few direct messages on Twitter before, but he's never responded.

Since you only have a couple of months left, you decide to send him one last message.

Hi Michael.
Because of an accident 5 years ago, I'm paralyzed from the waist down. I've lived in the bed at Hope Hospital in Southern Ontario for practically my whole life, and I don't have much time left. My life is awful. I've been feeling really miserable lately. Can you please reply back to cheer me up? Just one reply. It would mean a lot to me :)

love you! <3

You waited a day. no reply.

3 days. No reply.

After a week, you see that Michael has read your message. He didn't reply.

He doesn't care.

Your life suddenly feels much much worse.

More insignificant. More colourless.

You begin to spend most of your time sleeping. You haven't listened to 5sos in days. Doctors have entered and left your room, checking on you like you were a doll. You haven't spoken since Michael ignored you. The doctors haven't noticed.

3 days later, you get a knock on your hospital room door.

The nurse says you have a visitor.

Strange.

You have no relatives, other than the ones on the other side of the world who don't know you exist.

You don't really have any friends either. you lost contact with all of them years ago.

You are curious, so you wave to let the visitor in.

You stare in awe as Michael Clifford stands before you.

"Hey." He says, musing his green hair and looking bashful.

"Oh. Wow. Hi" You whisper in awe.

"So uh. How are you feeling? The rest of the band is busy right now but I just had to come and check up on you." He rubs his neck and looks away, seeming so out of place in your plain hospital room.

"I'm much better now that you're here" You say, smiling.

Michael laughs and walks over to sit next to you on the hospital bed.

He ends up tripping over your Hunger Games dvd on his way.

"Aw Shit." he says, picking it up. "Wow I haven't seen this movie since it came out".

"We could watch it if you want!" you say, a little more enthusiastically then you intended. Your throat hurts a bit from overuse.

"Sure!" he replies, grinning. "This will be fun."

He puts the DVD into the DVD player and presses play. He sits back down next to you, and snuggles up to you.

It's like one of your old daydreams.

It's perfect.

When the movie comes to the part with rue, you smile, then feel a tightness in your chest, remembering that she dies. You almost always cry at that part. You feel the tightness getting stronger as Marvel launches his spear into Rue's stomach.

You can't cry.

Not in front of Michael.

It gets harder and harder to hold back your tears. And when Katniss starts to sing the meadow song to Rue, you lose it.

You feel tears stream down your face, and your throat is burning.

Michael notices and pauses the movie.

"Hey, are you alright?" he says, looking concerned.

"I'm sorry, it's just. I love this part." You say, trying to cover up your tears. "I know every word to this song"

The burning gets more intense.

"I'm just-" You're cut off by an intense coughing fit.

Your hospital machine begins to beep, and you remember that you might die.

You remember how a few days ago, you were looking forward to that.

Michael seems shocked, he says something, but you can't hear it over your coughing. He stands up and runs to a doctor who enters through the door.

The doctor looks at your machine, and then takes Michael outside.

He's gone.

One good thing in your life and it's gone.

You cough again, feeling your lungs collapsing on themselves.

You were dying. in a hospital, alone.

It made you want to laugh.

Michael bursts back in through the doors, just as your coughing fit ends.

Your breathing is getting quicker and you feel like you might black out.

He sits down next to you and begins to sing, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

" Deep in the meadow, under the willow. "

"A bed of grass, a soft green pillow."

You feel like you're in a daze. a very painful daze, but nevertheless, it's beautiful.

You wish you could marry his voice.

You at least wish to hear the end of his song.

There's a huge weight on you. Over you. Crushing you.

But the singing keeps you calm.

You're getting sleepy.

It kinda feels like heaven.

" Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true."

Everything is cold.

You breathe in.

You breath out.

You feel Michael kissing you on the forehead.

You breathe in.

"Here is the place where I love you."