You and your boyfriend are sitting on the couch working on your lab reports. You each had a laptop on your lap. You could hear All Time Low blasting through Michael's earphones.
All the sudden, he snaps the lid to his laptop shut. You continue typing at a fast pace, trying to finish because Mikey is done and you wanted to spend time with him.
You feel his warm hands push yours away gently. "Mikey, I was--" and then he snapped your laptop shut as well. "MICHAEL CLIFFORD!" You shouted, feeling the corners of your mouth lift into a smile.
"I'll help you later, babe. Let's take a break," he suggested. You sighed and nodded your head, "Okay..."
He moved the laptops away and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You looked at the time; it was 8 o' clock and the report was due tomorrow morning.
"Mikey I really think I should fin---" you were interrupted by a warm pressure upon your lips. You kissed back.
"Y/N, chill," he said coolly. "I said I'd help you later." You sighed and relaxed into his chest. He stroked your hair.
Before you knew it, it was 11 o' clock. When you finally remembered that you had to finish the report, you shot off Michael's lap and out of his arms.
"Woah, babe what happened?" He asked laughing lightheartedly.
"MY DAMN REPORT MIKEY!!!" You panicked.
"Oh. Uhh... It's okay it's only eleven," he replied.
"I get up at four, Mikey," you said in a slightly annoyed and frustrated tone.
"Okay well you go sleep, babe. I'll write the rest, I swear it's no problem."
"No," you refused as you tried to pry the laptop from his strong hands.
"Y/N, please. It's my fault that you didn't finish it yet."
"Ugh, Michael I am doing it myself whether you like it or not."
"If you insist." He said.
He sat next to you on the couch, like a bored but loyal puppy.
"You don't need to stay up for me, Mikey," you reminded him.
"I know," he almost whispered back with a smile. He grabbed your waist, catching you off guard and pulled you onto his lap. That's exactly where you fell asleep after finally finishing your lab report around 1 a.m.
You woke up at 5 to see the most beautiful sight; Michael smiling down at you, cradling you in his arms.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Michael Clifford Imagines
Teen FictionINTRO: Hello. So I'm new to wattpad and I have no clue what I'm doing so bear with me. It seems pretty easy so far; I just type and save. Anyway here is a book of short Mikey imagines. They do not continue to the next chapter unless it says 2 or so...
