Band Member Oneshots

Like Always

Another breakup, another heartache, another knock on your best friend Michael's Clifford front door. What will it take for you to realize that the one person missing in your life has been in front of you all along?

Based on the track Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer

What were you doing here?

You just couldn't come

Not after what had happened

Not in this solid rain

Not in this ungodly hour of the morning

But especially, not at his house.

But then again, he was your last resort, like always. You needed him. Michael was.... everything.

"(Y/N). It's three in the morning, what are you doing here?" Michael spoke, in a groggy sleepy-like voice while rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand, dressed in nothing but his black boxers, no doubt surprised to see you at this hour, drenched from head to toe.

"Um, hi Michael" responding very shyly, you dropped your head down, suddenly feeling very ashamed of your sudden instinctive move.

"Hey (Y/N). I'm not upset at you okay?" he said, understanding your body language better than anyone else you know. "I'm just surprised. You mind telling me what's going on?"

At the sound of his concerning tone, you felt compelled to tell him every part of the saga. Michael put you in a calm state, it seemed. Like always.

"Matt and I broke up. ...Again... And I didn't know what to do so I..... I came here and thought you could help me but it's not the right time and-"

Not having enough time to finish your sentence, you felt Michael's hands cradle your head, stroking your hair and bring you closer to his chest, suddenly feeling ten times warmer.

"Come on (Y/N). Let's get inside. It's cool here and you're all wet. We'll talk it out, I promise"

Following him inside, still with your head on his chest, you looked into his eyes and saw concern in them.

Nothing but concern for you.

10 minutes later and you found yourself in his bedroom, sitting on his cozy marine bedspread, the technological console smiling at you. Getting lost in your deepest thoughts, you remembered the far too many times you had beat Michael at Mario Kart and how victorious you felt. You hadn't even realized you were smiling at the memories. A few band posters covered the walls but it wasn't aggressive. His guitars were resting against the rack against the back wall and a few world trinkets as well as picture frames were scattered across the room.

Even though you knew it was there, it still shocked you every time. His desk held a picture of a silly selfie you had taken during a concert, him kissing your cheek while you scrunched up your face, pretending to be disgusted. It did kind of look like you were a couple, judging by how close you were but everybody knew that you were just friends, best friends at that.

Countless times you've been in this familiar situation. Binge-Friday Netflix nights, where you both watch equal amounts of Supernatural and Game of Thrones episodes together while eating gross amounts of junk food. And if the time lets it, although it's rare, continue watching Fairy Tail or other random animes that you could find. Or better yet, play very clumsy games of Just Dance, but, your favourite is being asked to play very competitive games of Destiny. Which you always end up losing, but winning does occur, though very rarely. Despite losing, you always go back for more.

So why did this feel... Bad? No, peculiar. Not it wasn't that either. Why did this situation feel...

Strange.