Michael Clifford Imagines

Weight Gain

this is for @Writeroftomorrow cause she requested it

I wrote this myself

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"Mikey!" I yelled as I entered our shared apartment. I got no answer and I started to get worried. He hadn't texted or called me all day. "Mikey are you in here?" I yelled out again. Where could he be? I went to our bedroom door and noticed it was locked. I jiggled the doorknob, he was probably in there. "Mikey, I know you're there!" I yelled. No answer again. I sighed. "Mikey please. What's wrong? I can help." I lowered my voice this time hoping that if I sounded more mellow he would budge. I heard the doorknob rattling and then the door opened and Michael stood on the other side. He looked sick, his eyes were droopy, and his body was slumped. I heard him sniff and that's when I took a step forward and hugged him tightly. "It's going to be okay." I said brushing my hands through his hair. "No it's not, the fans they say I'm fat,
they hate me!" He said as he wrapped his arms around me. "If they are your true fans they wouldn't care about that stuff, Mikey you are the most gorgeous person I have ever met and so what you've gained a couple of pounds you're so kind, caring, smart, funny, the list just goes on. It doesn't matter what a couple of stupid people on the internet say." I told him. He sniffed again. "I know but," he started to say but I cut him off. "No buts my love, you're perfect, now let's cuddle okay? I know how much you love cuddles." I said to him as I led him to our bed. "Thanks y/n" he told me sincerely. "No need to thank me,
I'm your girlfriend that's what I'm here for."