Michael Clifford Imagines

He Forgets Your Birthday

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He Forgets Your Birthday

Skipping down the stairs with a smile on your face, you were greeted with a pleasant aura that was bacon and eggs (yum).

You paused at the entrance of your kitchen and took up your surroundings. Well, no cake in sight but hey, at least there's a shirtless Michael Clifford cooking for you.

Walking over to him silently, you waited for him to turn around and notice you. Did so, he fuckling flipped shit.

"Holy hell! What the fuck babe?" He screeched as he jumped back slightly at the unexpected action.

"Stop swearing!" You yelled back jokingly and sat on a stool and started eating up the breakfast he made for both of you.

"Stop scaring me like that then!" From behind, he pinched both your cheeks causing you to scowl at him.

After the mini quarrel you had, you both ate silently as Michael seemed to be in a rush.

"What's the hurry, babe?" You asked as he already started to wash his own plate.

"I have to be at the studio in 10. I just decided to wake up early and cook for a change," he added,"Don't get used to it though. That was a one time thing." He retorted smirking slightly at you.

"Bye babe," he said as he got his wallet, house keys, and jacket before he walked out the door. Of course not forgetting a goodbye kiss.

"Oh, okay," you said even though you were already left with an empty house.

You were confused as to why he never mentioned anything about your birthday, not even subtle hints on what he'd be preparing.

It's not like him at all. Usually he'd be singing really loudly off key and tease you about being old all day but nope, nothing.

*skip skip*

Shutting the door shut with a heaved sigh, you trudged back to your kitchen (this imagine has like, a fixed setting on the kitchen tho) and contemplated on wether you should eat the last few slices of your cake that your friends gave you.

"Whatever, he didn't greet me anyways," you mumbled, slowly eating the cake although you were already full.

Hearing the door open and close, you didn't even flinch or freak out whether it was a serial killer because you were super upset.

"Turns out we didn't even do much of a recording session but I am beat!" Yawning he trudged in the kitchen and gave you a peck on the cheek.

Not responding, he stared at the cake on your plate for a while.

"Where'd you get that cake?" He asked then he suddenly pouted,"you didn't even leave me some!"

Shrugging, you pushed the left over at Michael as he dived into it, exaggerating a moan at the tasty flavor.

"What's the occasion? You don't really buy cakes out of the blue," he casually asked as he sat beside you.

Standing up and slowly walking out of the room,"Well, you kinda buy cake for someone's birthday. And it is my birthday if you forgot, oh wait, you did," you said harshly, leaving a shocked Michael in the kitchen with his mouth hanging open.