5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

# 37. Michael Pt. 3

look at the kitten

You avoided Michael for the next two days. You avoided everyone. You didn't leave your dorm unless Hermione went with you. You hadn't eaten or slept, it was your way of punishing yourself. You showered only because mascara was stuck to your eyelids.

The hunger pains became too much and you were forced to head down to the kitchens for food. The common room was mostly empty, except for your group of friends. They watched you, each trying to figure out something to say to you. Michael was doing his guilty look. His soft kitten features were turned downwards in a frown. He stood up after you, following you.

You turned and ran, trying to shake him off. You darted into the kitchen, hiding with a mixture of a sob and sigh. The house elves smiled up at you, eagerly running your way. "Mistress Y/L/N! "their small voices squeaked with excitement as they happily held your hands to sit at the table in the middle of the kitchen.

Smiling softly, you dried your eyes. "Is Master Clifford coming?" Dobby squeaked offering you a butter beer. You took the drink, shaking your head.

"I don' talk to Michael anymore." You mumbled sipping the warm, fuzzy drink.

Dobby held your hand, sitting beside you. " Master Clifford is stupid, yes?" you couldn't help but laugh at the little house elf.

"Ignorant, selfish, pig headed, a moron. Any of those would work." Michael appeared in the kitchen, lingering by the entrance. He smiled softly at the house elves.

One of the feistier female ones, grabbed a frying pan advancing on Michael. She swung it at his leg, cursing him. "Mistress Y/L/N deserves respect." She squeaked.

You couldn't help but giggle at the creature. "You're both right." You mumbled.

Michael's green eyes watered slightly. "Can I um, talk to you?" he shot a look at the house elves, "Alone?" The house elves scattered leaving the two of you alone for the first time since the Yule Ball incident.

You sighed, feeling another round of tears coming. "Y/N I'm so sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. I was just upset that someone else asked you. I thought, you know, by me chasing all those girls you'd get jealous and just ask me."

You snorted staring at him incredulously "Are you serious?"

Michael nodding, smiling slightly. "Pretty stupid huh?"

You got up, advancing toward him, prodding his chest with your finger. "I cried for weeks over you because you wanted ME to ask YOU?" Michael nodded fearfully. "So when you finally asked and I had a date you were crushed?"

Michael nodded once more. "But I deserved it after I led you on like I did. Seeing you with Malfoy hurt the most. Not because you were playing me, not because you were just a fuck to him, but because you were happy with him. He could give you the world, and all I can give is a farm next to the Weasleys. He can give you whatever your perfect little heart desires. I can give you mine."

You teared up a bit watching Michael. His cheeks went red, covering the scar from when he snuck out to see the dragons with you. He held your hand that night. That was the happiest you had ever been.

You hugged Michael's waist, resting your head on his chest. "I still hate you. I'm still hurt. But damn it, Clifford, you charm me too much."

Michael's face broke out in a smile, "So you'll forgive me?"

You sighed dramatically. "I guess so."

He hugged you again, sweeping you off your feet, kissing your forehead. "Hogsmeade next trip, you're coming with me right?"

You kissed his lips gently, feeling all the fire that you could possibly feel in a kiss. Your first kiss. "Of course you goof."