Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 8 - Birthday Sex (M.C)

* Y/N stands for your name *

PART 8

The bright room suddenly went dark.

The flashing multicoloured disco style lights were switched off.

And white spotlights took over.

Where the DJ once stood with his decks, now it was empty.

A drum kit came rolling into the empty space from out of nowhere, with a grinning Ashton pushing it.

The DJ came back carrying two mic stands and behind him Luke carried one more.

The DJ set the mics up, speaking into one to test it out, whilst Luke tested the others.

It started to dawn on me what was happening.

I was getting my own private concert.

And my boyfriend was going to sing for me.

I clutched my chest, feeling my heart ready to explode.

He was truly the most amazing guy I'd ever met.

Ashton sat behind his drums, picking up his sticks and tapped them against one another.

Luke took his position, but I noticed immediately he wasn't in his usual spot.

Instead, he went to stand behind the mic that would usually be Michael's.

Of course, no one here would even notice, except myself and the boys mums.

Calum came strolling out, pulling his guitar up to his waist and getting ready to play.

And last, but certainly not least, Michael came strutting out.

He stood behind his mic stand and his eyes immediately found mine.

I smiled at him, my hands now locked together and placed under my chin.

He winked before he turned to the boys and nodded, letting them know he was ready.

"Hi everyone," he said into the mic, pulling his head back as the sound resonated loudly.

"Er... Thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate my girls birthday. You've made her so happy and I'm so grateful for that. Anyway, I thought I'd give her some live music, so I'm going to play her one of her favourite songs."

He smiled at the crowds as the 'awes' began.

"This ones for you baby," he said, pointing at me with his guitar pick.

The guitars starting strumming, drums starting banging and I instantly recognised the song.

How he knew it was my favourite I'd never know.

He'd asked multiple times which songs were my favourites but I just told him I loved them all.

His lips came to the mic and his mouth opened as he sang the opening line.

"You say that I'm too complicated,
Hung up and miseducated.
Well I say 9 to 5 is overrated,
And we all fall down."

I sing along as he sings, his voice flowing through the room.

Everyone begins to move along to the music and some even try to sing the lyrics.

I hear some humming along with the tune from the people who don't know the lyrics.

I smile, the biggest smile ever, and my cheeks hurt.

I'm just so proud of him.

He jumps about the small space, his hand moving quickly as he plays.