Michael Clifford One Shots

It Isn't Just a Tattoo

"I wanted to fill these bands on my arm with important memories but I only got down to this one," Michael said, pointing at the strange symbol tattoo in between two black out band tattoos on his arm.

The other boys looked at him from their stools, dismayed. They were filming for GQ. Each of them was breaking down their body art and it was Michael's turn.

Calum saw the tears fill in his best mate's eyes as he watched him hang his head.

"This is supposed to be a silver fern, but it looks like a feather," Calum giggled as he pulled down his shirt collar to reveal the tattoo, trying to change the subject.

He could see that Michael was still silent. All three of the boys knew that Michael was hurting inside but he couldn't show it on camera. Nor did he want to admit it. He'd been saying that he had moved on from y/n for months but they knew better.

In between those bands was more than just "important memories," it was important memories with y/n. Y/n and Michael had gotten matching bands and promised to get matching tattoos in between them everytime they did something out of the ordinary together.

The first tattoo was the strange symbol which had been done years and years ago. Honestly, y/n and Michael just forgotten about it. But now, it's all Michael can think about. He'll never be able to put anything in between those two thick lines again.

Michael jumped as Luke hugged him from behind. They were walking back to their van now. The interview was over, thank God.

"You all right, mate?" Luke whispered over Mike's shoulder.

"Ye- I'm okay," Michael choked.

He was thinking again. He was absolutely not okay. Back then, neither y/n nor Michael had ever thought that it would end. Absolutely no doubt crossed a single mind that what y/n and Michael had wouldn't make it, so it wasn't hard to get those tattoos done.

Michael did not regret the tattoos. He only regret his last words to y/n.

He only regret that those words were the cause of the reason he will never meet y/n again.

Michael yelled and his voice echoed through the house. He was angry. He knew y/n would storm off. He just didn't know that the car door would be slammed only later to be in a ditch. Only later to be surrounded by ambulances. It was too late...

It was too late....